A little pretty bonny lass was walking in midst of May,
Before the sun 'gan rise.
A little pretty bonny lass was walking in midst of May,
Before the sun 'gan rise.
I took her by the hand,
I took her by the hand, and fell to talking,
and fell to talking of this and that,
of this and that, as best I could devise.
I swore I would, yet still she said I should not,
yet still she said I should not do what I would,
do what I would, and yet for all I could not,
and yet for all I could not.
I swore I would, yet still she said I should not,
yet still she said I should not do what I would,
do what I would, and yet for all I could not,
and yet for all I could not.
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