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O it’s don’t you know the reason love, this night that I am here
It is in order to obtain the love of you my dear

Your sweet celestial charms they have wounded quite my brain
Your skin’s far whiter than the swans swims o’er yon purling stream

You are tall genteel and handsome, you are modest mild and free
And as the lodestone varies you draw your heart from me

The reason my love slights me is because that I am poor
But I have what’s allowed for me and I can ask no more

She thinks she comes of noble birth, me of a mean degree
But I am come of Adam’s race, my dear as well as thee

Don’t place your mind on riches love nor no such worldly store
Just think on Alexander and you will love me the more

When he had conquered the whole world he sat down and wept full sore
Because there was but one world and he could gain no more

I will travel to Mount Hareb where Noah’s ark does stand
From that until Mount Albereen where Moses viewed the land

I never will quite roving while I can wear a shoe
But like a wounded lover, my dear I will mourn for you

Til this sorrowful lamentation to her true love she gave ear
She took him in her arms and embraced him as her dear

So now they have got married, the truth I will unfold
And her father has bestowed on them five hundred pounds in gold.



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