It happened one evening at the playing of ball
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When first I met Willie, he was proper, he was tall
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He was neat, fair and handsome, straight in each limb There's a heart in my bosom and it's aching for him.
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Will you go along with me all down the road
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To see father's dwelling and the place of our abode
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He knew by her look and her languishing eye
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He was the young man she valued most high.
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There's a place in my garden, young Willie, said she Where Lords, Dukes and Earls, they wait upon me
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And when they are sleeping in their long, silent rest
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I'll go with you, Willie; you're the boy I love best.
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Her father was listening, in ambush he lay
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He heard the words these lovers did say
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And with his sharp rapier he's pierced her love through
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And the innocent blood of her darling he drew.
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I will go off to some far country
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Where I'll know no one and no one knows me
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It's there I will wonder in my long silent rest
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For it's you, lovely Willie, you're the boy I love best.
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It happened one evening at the playing of ball
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When first I met Willie, he was proper and tall
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He was neat fair and handsome and straight in each limb There's a heart in my bosom and it's waiting for him. There's a heart in my bosom and it's waiting for him. There's a heart in my bosom and it's waiting for him.
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For him
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for him
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For him
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Playing Of Ball
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Kate Rusby |