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Folk Song

X:1 T:The Little Drummer C:Trad K:C W:1 W:It was at my true lovers window one night W:I called her my jewel, my hearts own delight W:Since you shot the arrow, it's you that must cure W:And if you won't have me I'll die I am sure W:And it's O my hard fortune. W: W:2 W:'Go away, you little drummer.' this fair maid did say W:'Would I be so mean as to marry with thee W:My father's a Lord of the higher degree W:And I am his darling, his heiress to be.' W:And it's O my hard fortune. W: W:3 W:He turned away to leave her and bid her farewell, W:You've sent my wandering to Heaven or Hell W:On the point of my bayonet I'll end all my strife W:I'll cut the sweet innocent thread of my life. W:And it's O my hard fortune. W: W:4 W:Come back you little drummer, this fair maid did call W:Come back you little drummer and marry withall W:Come back you little drummer and marry if you will W:For I think it's a pity your blood for to spill. W:And it's O my hard fortune. W: W:5 W:We'll mount on our horses, to Plymouth we'll go W:And there we'll be married in spite of our foe W:And when we are married and all things are done W:What more can we say but 'we followed the drum'. W:And it's O my hard fortune. W: W:6 W:And when her old father this he did hear W:He mounted his horse and to Plymouth did steer W:He brought them both home and to them he did give W:Five thousand a year for as long as they live. W:And it's O my good fortune. % % % % %

					
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