If you'll be the lass of Aughrim
As I am taking you mean to be
Tell me the first token
That passed between you and me
O don't you remember
That night on yon lean hill
When we both met together
Which I am sorry now to tell
The rain falls on my yellow locks
And the dew it wets my skin;
My babe lies cold within my arms;
Lord Gregory, let me in
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