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As I was a-walking down by the lough

As I was a-walking one morning of late

Who should I spy but my own dear comrade

Wrapped up in flannel, so hard is his fate

I boldly stepped up to, and kindly did ask him

Why are you wrapped in flannel so white?

My body is injured and sadly disordered

All by a young woman, my own heart’s delight

Oh had she but told me when she disordered me

Had she but told me of it at the time

I might have got salts or pills of white mercury

But now I’m cut down in the height of my prime

Get six pretty maidens to carry my coffin

And six pretty maidens to bear up my pall

And give to each of them, bunches of roses

That they may not smell me as they go along

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