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Lovely Ann
Áit Ait
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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You swains of pity, I pray give ear to me a wounded lover
In praises of a lady fair I mean for to discover
As she tripped o'er yon verdant vale
The feathered warblers on each strain
In melody their notes did tune in praise of lovely Ann
Her parents were to me unkind and altogether cruel
That I would not my mind reveal unto my dearest jewel
The reason why, because I was poor
One sight of me they wouldn't endure
Neither could I approach the door where dwelled my lovely Ann
So I'll go down to yonder town and spend my days in mourning
Still longing for to gain one look on her my heart's a yearning
If I don't gain that lady fair my heart will turn into despair
No other one will ease my care if I'm deprived of Ann