Leigh Deacon - текст песни
Leigh Deacon
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Abroad for pleasure as I was walking it was one summer evening clear
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Abroad for pleasure as I was walking it was one summer evening clear
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There I beheld a most beauteous damsel
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Lamenting for her shepherd swain
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Lamenting for her shepherd swain
The fairest evening that e'er I beheld was ever, ever with the lad I adore
Wilt thou go fight the French and the Spaniard,
Wilt thou leave me thus, my dear?
Wilt thou leave me thus, my dear?
No more to yon green banks will I take thee with pleasure for to rest myself
and view the land
But I will take thee to yon green garden
Where the pretty flowers grow
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