Away with the buff and the blue, and away with the cap and feather;
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire.
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Chorus
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Off to the Sadie Skey and over the moss and the mire
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
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Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer;
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I love her better than them both but, man, I can't get near her.
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(Chorus)
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If only I could be lying there aside her
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While I watched my dear my arms would be denied her.
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(Chorus)
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Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver
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Her breast are deep but full, they'll fall when I get near her
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(Chorus)
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Of this love of mine, of this love I am weary;
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Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie
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(Chorus)
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Away with the parson's shilling and away with the cap and feather
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I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
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(Chorus)
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(4 instrumental verses)
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(Repeat first verse.)
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The Hexhamshire Lass
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Sandy Denny |