English Traditional.
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A bold young farmer courted me.
He stole my heart and my liberty.
He stole my heart without free good will,
and I must confess that I love him still.
I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain.
I wish I was a maid again,
but a maid again I never can be
since such a young fellow lay still by me.
Go dig my grave, dig long and deep.
Place a marble stone at my head and feet,
and on my heart put a snow white dove
to let the world know that I died for love.
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