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As I was a-walking for my recreation,
As down by the gardens I silently stray'd,
I heard a fair maid making great lamentation,
"Oh, Jimmy will be slain in the wars I'm afraid".
The blackbirds and thrushes sang in the green bushes;
The wood doves and larks seem'd to mourn for the maid;
And this song that she sang was concerning her lover;
"Oh, Jimmy will be slain in the wars I'm afraid".
Her cheeks blushed like roses, her arms full of posies,
She stray'd in the meadows and, weeping, she said:
"My heart it is aching, my poor heart is breaking,
For Jimmy will be slain in the wars I'm afraid".
When Jimmy returned with his heart full of yearning,
He found his dear Nancy all dead in her grave
He cried: "I'm forsaken, my poor heart is breaking,
Oh, would that I never had left this fair maid!"
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