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    Oh | o -- pen the door, Lord Gre -- go -- ry, oh o -- pen and let me | in; the rain rains on my ſcar -- let robes, the dew drops o'er my chin. If you are the laſs that I lov'd once, as I true you are not ſhe, Come give me ſome of the to -- kens that paſt be -- tween you and me.
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Ah wae be to you,Gregory. An ill death may you die! You will not be the death of one, But you'll be the ch ath of three, Oh dont you mind, Lord Gregory? 'Twas down at yon burn fide We chang'd the ring of our fingers And I put mine On thine.