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[Verse]
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An outlandish knight came from the north lands
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And he scarcely could leave me alone
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And he promised he take me the wide world to see
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Oh fly home lost ladies, fly home

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He said “Come fetch to me some of your father's bright gold
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Fetch me some of your mother's own fee
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And come fetch me the best nags from out of your yard
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Where they stand full thirty and three
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Where they stand full thirty and three”

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She's mounted onto her silver-white horse
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And he's mounted her father's strong grey
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And they've rode till they've come to the rocky sea shore
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Three dark hours before it was day

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“Oh light off, light off your silver-white horse
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And deliver yourself unto me
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For six pretty girls have I drowned right here
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And the seventh girl you now shall be
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Oh the seventh girl you now shall be”

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“Pull off, pull off your soft silken gown
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And deliver it here unto me
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For the fabric's too fine and too costly by far
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To let rot in the cold briny sea

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And pull off, pull off your good holland smock
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And deliver it here unto me
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For it seems like a waste to let such clothes be lost
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While the fishes they nibble at thee
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While the fishes they nibble at thee”

      A                                   E
“Well if I must strip down full naked and bare
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Cut the thorn that grows there by the brim
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Or else it might catch in my curly gold hair
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And tear my glittering skin”

          A                                      E
Well he's taken his knife and he's turned to the thorn
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That grows by the salt water's brim
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But so speedy she's run and she's pushed him so hard
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That she's thrown this false young man in
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To the foam she's fast thrown him in

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He's tumbled up high and he's tumbled down low
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Till he's come to the rocky sea side,
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“Catch hold of my hand, my pretty fair lady
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And I will make you my bride”

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“Oh lie there, lie there, you false hearted man
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Make your bed in the deep briny blue
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For six pretty girls have you drowned right here
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But the seventh girl has drowned you
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Oh the seventh girl has drowned you”