The book of British ballads . He turned him right and round about,And the tear blinded his ee ; I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground,If it had not been for I might have had a kings daughter, Far far beyond the sea ;I might have had a kings daughter, Had it not been for love o thee. If ye might have had a kings daughter, Yersell ye had to blame ;Ye might have taken the kings daughter, For ye kend that I was nane. O faulse are the vows o womankind,But fair is their faulse bodie ; I never would hae trodden on Irish ground,Had it not been for love o thee. If I was to leave my husband dea
The book of British ballads . He turned him right and round about,And the tear blinded his ee ; I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground,If it had not been for I might have had a kings daughter, Far far beyond the sea ;I might have had a kings daughter, Had it not been for love o thee. If ye might have had a kings daughter, Yersell ye had to blame ;Ye might have taken the kings daughter, For ye kend that I was nane. O faulse are the vows o womankind,But fair is their faulse bodie ; I never would hae trodden on Irish ground,Had it not been for love o thee. If I was to leave my husband dear, And my two babes also,O what have you to take me to, If with you I should go ? I have seven ships upon the sea,The eighth brought me to land ; With four-and-twenty bold mariners,And music on every hand. She has taken up her two little babes,Kissed them baith cheek and chin : O fare ye weel, my ain two babes,For I 11 never see you again. She set her foot upon the ship,No mariners could she behold; But the sails were o the taffetie,And the masts o the beaten gold.
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