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As I Roved Out
Oh as I roved out one bright summer's mornDown by BlackwatersideI'd be gazing on the flowers that did bloom all aroundWhen a pretty Irish girl I spiedOh 'twas red and rosy was her cheeksGolden yellow was her hairAs I clasped her by the lily-white handAnd I said, "My young sweetheart fair"There be many a good man's daughterGoing around from town to townThere be many a good man's daughter withHer hair all hanging downThey'll be rocking the cradles the whole day longSinging, "Low-la, low-la, low"Was there ever a poor misfortunate girlWas as easily led as you?Oh that wasn't the promise that you made to meDown by BlackwatersideThat wasn't the promise that you made to meWhen you asked me to be your brideThat wasn't the promise that you made to meWhen you swore you'd be loyal and trueWhen the fishes fly and the seas run dryI'll return and I'll marry you
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"As I Roved Out" as written by Isla Cameron, Stephen Sedley
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
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