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What is your father , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ? "
My father ' s a farmer , sir , ' she said ; The strawberry - leaves make maidens fair .
What is your fortune , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ?
What is your father , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ? "
My father ' s a farmer , sir , ' she said ; The strawberry - leaves make maidens fair .
What is your fortune , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ?
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He show ' d me lilies for my hair , And blushing roses for my brow ; He led me
through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow . With sweet May
dews my wings were wet , And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in
his ...
He show ' d me lilies for my hair , And blushing roses for my brow ; He led me
through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow . With sweet May
dews my wings were wet , And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in
his ...
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HAD I A GOLDEN POUND Had I a golden pound to spend , My love should mend
and sew no more ; And I would buy her a little quern , Easy to turn on the kitchen
floor . And for her windows curtains white , With birds in flight and flowers in ...
HAD I A GOLDEN POUND Had I a golden pound to spend , My love should mend
and sew no more ; And I would buy her a little quern , Easy to turn on the kitchen
floor . And for her windows curtains white , With birds in flight and flowers in ...
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