I once loved a lass and I loved her so well
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And I hated all others who spoke of her ill.
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And now she's rewarded me well for my love,
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For she's gone and she's wed another.
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And I saw my love up to the church go
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With bridesmen and bridesmaidens she made a fine show.
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And I followed on with my heart full of woe
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For she's gone and she's wed another.
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I saw my love as she sat down to dine.
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I sat down beside her and poured the wine.
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And I thought of the lassie that should have been mine,
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I thought her sweet company better than meat
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Now she's gone and she's wed another.
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All the men in yon forest they asked of me,
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How many strawberries grow in a salt sea?
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And I answer them with a tear in my e'e,
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How many ships sail in the forest?
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Oh dig me a grave and dig it sae deep,
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And cover it over with wee flowers sae sweet.
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And I lay me down for to take a long sleep
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And maybe in time I'll forget her.
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So they dug him a grave and they dug it sae deep
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And they covered it over with wee flowers sae sweet
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And he lay him down for to take a long sleep
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And maybe in time he'll forget her.
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The False Bride
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Sandy Denny |