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[Verse]
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I am a King's daughter, come straight from Cappoquin
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In search of Lord Gregory, may god, I'll find him
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The rain beats at my yellow locks, the dew wets me still
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The babe is cold in my arms, love, Lord Gregory let me in
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The rain rains on my good clothing, the dew stands on my chin
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The babe is cold in my arms, love, Lord Gregory let me in

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C  G  C  G    D  F  C G

[Verse]
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Do you remember, love Gregory, that night in Cappoquin?
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We exchanged handkerchiefs and sore against my will
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For yours it was fine linen, love, and mine but course cloth
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Yours, it cost a guinea, love, and mine but one groat
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Do you remember, love Gregory, as we sat at the wine?
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We exchanged rings, and aye the best was thine
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For yours it was the purest gold and mine but false tin
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Yours, it cost a guinea, love, but aye, 'twas false within
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Do you remember, love Gregory, that night in my father's hall?
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You stole away my maidenhead, and that's the worst of all

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[Verse]
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Lord Gregory is not here and he henceforth can't be seen
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For he's gone to bonny Scotland to bring home his new queen
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Lord Gregory is not here and he lately has gone
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He's gone to bonny Scotland to bring his new bride home
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So leave now these windows and likewise this hall
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For it's deep in the sea you will find your downfall
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She's took her young son in her arms, turned from that cold hall
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Saying, "Deep in the sea we will find our downfall"