I have a song to sing, O! (Sing me your song, O!)
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It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
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Who fled from the mocking throng-o
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It's the song of a merry man moping mum
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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
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As he sighed for the love of a lady.
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Refrain:
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Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
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He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
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As he sighed for the love of a lady.
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I have a song to sing, O! (What is your song, O?)
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It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing
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Who loved with a love life-long-o
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It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud
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Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud
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At the moan of the merry man moping mum
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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
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As he sighed for the love of a lady.
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(Refrain)
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I have a song to sing,O! (Sing me your song, O)
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It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell
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And a doleful dirge ding-dong o
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It's a song of a popinjay bravely born
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Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
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At the humble merry maid peerly proud
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Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud
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At the moan of a merry man moping mum
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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
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As he sighed for the love of a lady.
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(Refrain)
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I have a song to sing, O!
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(I have a song to sing)
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I have a song to sing-o!
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It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye for it tells of a righted wrong-o
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It's a song of the merry maid once so gay
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Who turned on her heel and tripped away
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From the peacock popinjay bravely born
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who turned up his noble nose with scorn
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At the humble heart that he did not prize
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So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes
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For the love of the merry man moping mum
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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
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As he sighed for the love of a lady.
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Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de,
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His pains were o'er and he sighed no more
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For he lived in the love of a lady.
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Hey-di, hey-di, his pains were o'er
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And he sighed no more
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For he lived in the love of a lady.
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I HAVE A SONG TO SING, O!
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
