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As I roved out one summer night
To view the flowers and breathe the air
'twas there I spied a tender maiden
Talkin' to her daughter so dear

Sayin' daughter, oh, daughter, married you'll be
No longer to live the sweet single life
Mother, oh, mother I'd rather be
Some young sailor's wife

Well, sailor boy likes to wander round
He will be your down fall
You're Better to wed a farmer boy
For to sea he never will go

Her mother came back from the fields
Only to find her daughter so dear
Hanging from her blanket of blue
In the lonely hour of night

As I roved out one summer night
To view the flowers and breathe the air
'twas there I spied a tender maiden
Talkin' to her daughter so dear

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