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Her hair hung o’er her shoulders broad,
 And her eyes like stars did shine
On the banks of Inverury:
 O that she were mine!

 I then embrac’d this fair maid
  As first as e’er I could;
Her hair hang o’er her shoulders broad,
 Just like the threads of gold!
Her hair hung o’er her shoulders,
 Her eyes like stars did shine
On the banks of Inverury;
 O that she were mine!

She said, Young man give over,
 And do not use me so;
For after kissing cometh wooing,
 And after wooing woe:
My tender heart you will ensnare,
 And I’ll beguiled be;
On the banks of Inverury
 Alone I'll walk, said she.

She said, Young man give over,
 My company refrain;
I know you are of a gentle blood,
 Yet of a graceless clan;
I know your occupation, lad,
 That good it must not be:
On the banks of Inverury
 Alone I walk, said she.

He said, My pretty fair maid,
 The truth I’ll not deny,
On the banks of Inverury
 Twelve maids beguil’d have I!