Down in the meadows the other day
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A-gath-ring flowers both fine and gay
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A-gath-ring flowers,both red and blue
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I little thought what love could do
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I leaned my back against an oak
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Thinking it was a trusty tree
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But first he bended,then he broke
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So did my love prove false to me
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Must I be bound, oh, and he go free?
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Must I love one that don't love me ?
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Why should I act such a childish part?
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And love a man that will break my heart ?
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There is a ship sailing on the sea
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She's loaded deep as deep can be
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But not so deep as the love I'm in
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I care not if I sink or swim
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Oh, love is sweet, and love is fine
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And love is charming when it's true
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As it grows old, it grows cold
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And fades away like the morning dew
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Waly, Waly, O
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| Nana Mouskouri |
