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I WISH, I WISH 4 (Died in Vain) A bold young farmer courted me, He stole away my liberty, He stole my heart with a free good will, Although he's false, I love him still. There is a flower, I've heard them say, That's called heartsease by night and day. I wish I could that flower find, Would ease my heart and troubled mind. Down in the meadows she did run, A-gathering flowers as they sprung, Some she plucked and some she pulled, Until she had her apron full. When first I wore my apron low, He followed me through frost and snow, But now my apron strings won't pin He passes by and says nothing. I wish to God my babe was born, And smiling on his daddy's knee, And I was dead and in my grave, And the green grass growing over me. I wish, I wish, but all in vain, I wish I was a maid again, But a maid again I cannot be Since that a young farmer lay still by me. There is a bird on yonder tree, Some say he's blind and cannot see. I wish it had been the same with me Before that I met with your company. Tune coll. by Percy Grainger, 1906; "widespread in Britain." filename[ DIEDLOV4 QX Feb07  8note Sheet |
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