As I was a walking one morning in May
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I spied a young couple a makin' of hay.
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O one was a fair maid and her beauty showed clear
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and the other was a soldier, a bold grenadier.
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Good morning, good morning, good morning said he
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O where are you going my pretty lady?
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I'm a going a walking by the clear crystal stream
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to see cool water glide and hear nightingales sing.
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O soldier, o soldier, will you marry me?
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O no, my sweet lady that never can be.
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For I've got a wife at home in my own country,
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Two wives and the army's too many for me.
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Bold Grenadier
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