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The Rigs Of Rye

アーティスト:June Tabor  アルバム:Apples 

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'Twas in the month of sweet July, Before the sun had pierced the sky; Down between two rigs of rye I heard two lovers talking. Said he, "Lassie, I must away, Along with you I cannot stay, But I've a word or two to say If you've the time to listen." "Of your father he takes great care, Your mother combs your yellow hair; But your sisters say you'll get no share If you follow me, a stranger." "My father may fret and my mother may frown, My sisters too I do disown; If they were all dead and below the ground I would follow you, a stranger." "Oh lassie, lassie, your portion's small, Perhaps it may be none at all. You're not a match for me at all


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