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O am I the young man that you want to see,
Or am I the doctor that you have sent for me,
O yes you’re the doctor you can kill or you can cure,
For the pain that I feel is hard to endure.
O where does your pain lie, does it lie in your head?
Or where does your pain lie, does it lie in your side,
O no, my dearest Billy, you are far from your mark,
For the pain that I feel, my love, lies hard at my heart.
O Sally, O Sally O Sally, says he,
Don’t you remember how once you slighted me?
How once you slighted me, my love, and treated me with scorn;
But now I will reward you for what you have done.
For what is gone and past, my love, forget and forgive,
And let me have some longer time here for to live,
O no, my dearest Sally, O no, while I have breath,
And I’ll dance on the ground, my love, while you
lie underneath.
She pulled rings from her finger, by one, two, and three,
Take these, my dearest Billy, in remembrance of me;
In remembrance of me, my love, and when I am dead and gone,
And perhaps you will be sorry for what you have
done.
