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Were the calf to die in the womb
And the ewe to bear her lamb too soon
Should the field of barley fail
And the baby at your breast grow pale
Our love will not mildewed grow, no

Were the snow to last until spring
And your fingers blue up to the ring
Should you curse the icy blast
All your beauty, it destroys at last
Our love will not mildewed grow, no

But with every newborn day
The same thought through our lives will always stay
And the sun will shine through the dew
The baby will have rosy cheeks like you
Our love will not mildewed grow, no

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