First when I came to the town
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They called me young and bonny
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Now they've changed my name
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Called me the Leaboy's honey.
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I'll dye my petticoats red
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And I'll face them with a yellow
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I'll tell the dyester lads
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That the Leaboys I've to follow.
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It's over hills and dales
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And over dykes and ditches
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Say will I like the lad
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Who wears the moleskin breeches
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The black horse draws the cart
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And he's as proud as any
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Say will I like the lad
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That drives them on so canny
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Feather beds are fine
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And painted rooms are bonny
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But I would leave them all
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To jog away with Johnny
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Oh, for Saturday night
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It's I that'll see my dearie
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He'll come whistlin' in
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When I am tired and weary.
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First when I came to the town
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They called me proud and saucy
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Now they've changed my name
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Called me the Leaboy's lassie.
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Leaboys Lassie
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| Mary Black |
