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As I was a walking one morning in Spring
To hear the birds whistle and the nightengales sing
I saw a young damsel, so sweetly sang she
Down by the green bushes where she chanced to meet me.
I stepped up to her and thus I did say,
"Why wait you my fair one so long by the way?"
"My true love, my true love", so sweetly sang she,
"Down by the green bushes he thinks to meet me?"
"I'll give you fine beavers and fine silken gowns
I'll buy you fine petticoats with the flounc to the ground
If you will prove loyal and constant to me
And forsake your own true love I'll be married to thee".
"I want none of your beavers or fine silken hose
For I'm not so poor as to marry for clothes
But if you be constant and true unto me
I'll leave my own true love and marry with thee"
"Come let us be going, kind sir, if you please
Come let us be going from under these trees
For yonder is coming, my true love I see
Down by the green bushes where he thinks to meet me"
And when he came there and found she was gone
He looked like some lambkin forever undone
"She's gone with a lover and forsaken me
So adieu to Green Bushes forever", cried he.
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