The Banks of Sweet Dundee
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It's of a farmer's daughter, so beautiful I'm told
Her parents died and left her, five hundred pounds in gold
She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woe
And pretty soon as you shall hear, she caused his overthrow
Her uncle said one morning, come rise young lady rise
For there's a wealthy squire's son, waiting for you outside
But she said, oh dearest uncle, I'm sure I'd rather be
Walking with my William on the banks of sweet Dundee
There's no need for your squire's sons, your lords and dukes likewise
For I'm sure that my own William's like the sunshine in my eyes
He said, unruly female, you ne'er shall happy be
You ne'er shall marry William on the banks of sweet Dundee
Her uncle and the squire's son, rode out one summer's day
Young William is in favour, her uncle he did say
Let's bind him said the squire's son, and hang him from a tree
But her uncle said let the press gang come and take him off to sea
The press gang came for William, when he was all alone
And he did fight so bravely, yet there was six to one
The blood it flowed in torrents, pray kill me now said he
For I'd rather die for Mary, on the banks of sweet Dundee
It chanced that she was walking, lamenting for her love
The squire's son he spied her, down by her uncle's grove
He put his arms around her, stand off, stand off said she
For you sent the only lad I love, from the banks of sweet Dundee
He put his arms around her and he tried to throw her down
But two pistols and a sword she spied, beneath his morning gown
Young Mary took the pistol and the sword she used so free
And she did fire and shot the squire on the banks of sweet Dundee
Her uncle overheard the noise and he hastened to the ground
Oh since you have killed the squire's
Son, I'll give you your death wound
Stand off then cried young Mary, undaunted I will be
And the trigger she drew and her uncle
Slew, on the banks of sweet Dundee
Young William he was sent for and he quickly did return
As soon as he came back again, young Mary ceased to mourn
The day soon was appointed, that married they should be
So now they live in splendour, on the banks of sweet Dundee