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As I was going to Dublin on the very first day of the year
A young and pretty maiden on the road before me did appear
Would you halt for my pretty maiden I did ask of her so softly
It's a truelcy that I dwelt so, and a fairer place you'll never see

Now it's my turn for a question this pretty maiden did decide
Are you free to make so bold now when at home your poor wife does reside
'Tis true, my wife is ever eyelaw I mean's past remain some longer
And my spirit it is breaking for I know that she will ne'er be wed

What would you give, she continued, if a different fortune could be thine
What would you give, she did press me, for a maiden young and in her prime
Who could give you money and your bottle and gold for you to scronder
And each night just to enchant you golden dresses to narcose your breath

Oh fair maiden, do not tempt me for there's something in your face I know
And the toss of your gold hair looks as strange as backward a negro
But no money have I in my pocket nor gold nor land to fall on
And I fear to take a lover, to be true that a pains again

But as they were a-walking and talking formally all the day
He knew this lass would hather near formally they could find a way
I would travel all the roads of Ireland if one sweet kiss you'd give me
And forsaken friends and family just to give you only onto me.

Come with me, love, on the morrow on the high birth you and I must meet
And no more will we depart at when we'll find at last our lonely tree
And if friends or family ask about me I'm the change that's come about me
I can tell them with a quiet heart it's my first true love that I have found.

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