Two pretty boys were goin' tae the school
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And one evening coming home
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Says William to John, Can you throw a stone
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Or can you play at a ball, a ball, or can you play at a ball
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Says John to William, I canna' throw a stone
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Little can I play at a ball
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But if you'll go down to a merry green woods
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I'll try you a wrestlin' fall, a fall, I'll try you a wrestlin'
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fall
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So they went down tae a merry green woods
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Beneath the spreadin' bough
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The little penknife fell out of William's coat
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And gave John his deadly wound, wound, and gave John his deadly
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wound
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Ah, now you'll take off your white Holland shirt
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And teer it frae gore tae gore
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And you will bind my deadly wounds
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That they might bleed no more, no more, that they might bleed no
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more
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So he's ta'en off his white Holland shirt
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And he's torn it frae gore tae gore
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And though he's bound his deadly wounds
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Ah, they bled ten times more, more, they bled ten times more
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Ah but what shall I tell to your father dear
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This night when I go home
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Tell him I'm away to a London school
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And a good scholar I'll come home, home, a good scholar I'll come
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home
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Ah but what shall I tell to your sister dear
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This night when I go home
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Tell her I'm away to a London school
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And the good books I'll bring home, home, the good books I'll bring
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home
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Ah but what shall I tell to your sweetheart dear
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This night when I go home
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Tell her I'm dead and in the grave laid
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And the grass is growin' green, green, the grass is growin' green
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Ah but what shall I tell to your stepmother dear
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This night when I go home
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Tell her I'm dead and in the grave laid
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For she prayed I might never come home, home, she prayed I might
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never come home
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The Twa Brothers
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| Silly Wizard |
