My young man, oh he is so fine,
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Sweet Rosemary did say.
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She gathered flowers and she sang
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All about her wedding day.
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Oh when I was a lass at school
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I looked out at the sky,
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And now among the woodlands cool,
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Gathering sweet primroses I.
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I wish I was a little bird,
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With wings that I could fly,
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Then I would find my own true love,
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And when he'd speak then I'd be by.
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My heart would flutter like the wings,
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Oh to see my own dear one.
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And pretty words I'd like to sing
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All beneath the morning sun.
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Oh, my young man, oh he is so fine,
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Sweet Rosemary did say.
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She gathered flowers and she sang
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All about her wedding day.
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Sweet Rosemary
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Sandy Denny |