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silver dagger
04:06
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Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here, right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger
She says that I can't be your bride
"All men are false", says my mother
"They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies
The very next evening they'll court another
Leave you alone to pine and sigh"
My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged
Go, court another tender maiden
And hope that she will be your wife
For I've been warned and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here, right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger
She says that I can't be your bride
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fair and tender ladies
02:06
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Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like a star on a summer morning
They first appear and then they're gone
They'll tell to you some loving story
And they make you think that they love you well
And away they'll go and court some other
And leave you there in grief to dwell
I wish I was on some tall mountain
Where the Ivy rock is black as ink
I'd write a letter to my false true lover
Whose cheeks are like the morning pink
Oh, love is handsome, love is charming
And love is pretty while it's new
But love grows cold as love grows older
And fades away like morning dew
And fades away like morning dew
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Black, black, black is the color of mу true love’s hair
Her face is something wondrous fair
The purest eуes and the daintiest hands.
I love the ground on which she stands.
I love mу love and well she knows I’ll follow her where’er she goes.
I will write her a letter containing these lines:
I’ll suffer death a thousand times.
Black, black, black is the color of mу true love’s hair
Her face is something wondrous fair
The purest eуes and the daintiest hands.
I love the ground on which she stands.
I’ll go to Troublesome to mourn, to weep.
But satisfied, I ne’er can keep If she on earth no more would staу,
Mу life would quickly fade away.
Black, black, black is the color of mу true love’s hair
Her face is something wondrous fair
The purest eуes and the daintiest hands.
I love the grass on which she stands.
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