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It was in the month of May,
When the lambs do sport and play
And the birds sing sweetly at the dawn
When I met a fair maid
And unto her did say,
"Let me wind up your little ball of yarn".
"Oh, no" says she to me,
"You're a stranger, to me
And though I admire your Northern charm,
I prefer to look to those
Who have money and fine clothes
To wind up me little ball of yarn".
Then I took her by the waist
And gently laid her down
I did not mean to do her any harm.
She looked up into my face,
Locked her legs around me waist
and I wound up her little ball of yarn.
Then she got up,
Took her skirt from round her waist
And went skipping lightly down the lane,
And I skipped across the green
For fear that I'd been seen
As I wound up her little ball of yarn.
So come all you young maids
Keep your head beneath the shade.
Do not walk out so early in the morn.
Like the blackbird keep
Your head beneath your wing
And your hand upon your little ball of yarn.
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