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It happened for to be on a cold winter's evening,
A fair maid sat waiting alone,
She was thinking on her father, likewise her aged mother,
And also her true lover John.

Young Johnny he was sweet and he promised her to meet,
But he tarried an hour too long.
He met with great delay which has caused him for to stray,
And I'm weary waiting all alone.

Young Johnny came at last and he found the door was fast,
And he slowly, slowly tinkled at the pin.
This fair maid she arose and hurried on her clothes
In order to let young Johnny in.

He took her in his arms and off to bed they went
And it's there they laid talking of their plan;
“I wish,” this maid says she, “this night would prove to be
As long since the world first began.

“Fly on, o fly on, my pretty little cock,
And don't crow until it breaks day,
And your cage it shall become of the very shining gold,
And your wings of the silvery grey.”

But this pretty little cock, so cruel as he was,
He crowd-ed an hour too soon;
And he sent my love away before the break of day,
It being only the light of the moon.

This fair maid she arose and quickly followed after,
“When will you come to see me?”
“When the fishes they do fly, the seas they all run dry,
And seven moons shine brightly o'er yon lea.”

There was once I thought my love was as constant unto me
As the stones that lie under yon ground.
But now since I do find he's altered his mind
I would rather live single as be bound.

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