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O Lady fair come tell me then,
For it’s a pity thy love should be
In the station of a single man.
O William Graham is my love’s name,
All these hardships he suffers for me;
But if it should cost me thousands ten,
A single man no more he’s be.
Young Billy Graham was called then,
His own true love once more to see;
But when he saw her well-far’d face,
O the salt tears did blind his e’e.
You’re welcome here my dearest dear,
You’re thrice welcome here unto me;
For there’s not a face so full of grace
Not in the land of Germanie.
With kisses sweet those lovers did meet
Most joyfully, as I am told;
She’s chang’d his dress from worsted lace
To crimson scarlet trimm’d with gold.
But when her cruel father fonnd
His daughter she abroad was gone,
He sent a letter on express,
’Twas to call these two lovers homc.
