My true love went riding out
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In white and green and grey
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Past the pale of Offa's wall
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When she was wont to stray
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And there she came upon
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A white and wounded fawn
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Singing, "Oh oh, the hazards of love."
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She, being full of charity
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A credit to her sex
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Sought to right the fawn's hind legs
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When here her plans were vexed
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The taiga shifted strange
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The beast began to change
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Singing, "Oh oh, the hazards of love."
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Singing, "Oh oh oh, the hazards of love."
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You'll learn soon enough
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The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone
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Undone
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Fifteen lithesome maidens lay
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Alone in their bower
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Fourteen occupations paid
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To pass the idle hour
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Margaret heaves a sigh
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Her hands clasped to her thigh
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Singing, "Oh oh, the hazards of love."
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Singing, "Oh oh oh, the hazards of love."
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You'll learn soon enough
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The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone
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Undone (x4)
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The Hazards of Love 1
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| The Decemberists |
