| There was a lord, lived in this town
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| Who had a handsome, lovely daughter
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| She was courted by a fair young man
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| Who was a servant to her father
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| But when her parents they came to know
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| They swore they’d send him from the island
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| The maid she knew her heart would break
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| Had she to part with young Matt Hyland
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| Then straightway unto her love she goes
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| Into his room him to awaken
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| Saying, arise my love, and go away
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| This very night you will be taken
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| I overheard my parents say
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| In spite of me he will transport you
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| So arise, my love, and go away
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| I wish to God I’d gone before you
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| Oh must I go, to her he said
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| Oh must I go without my wages
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| Without one penny allin my purse
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| Just like some poor, forlorn stranger
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| Here’s fifty guineas all in bright gold
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| And that’s far more than father owes you
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| So take it now and go away
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| I wish to God I’d gone before you
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| They both sat down upon the bed
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| Just for the side of one half hour
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| Not a word did either speak
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| But down their cheeks the tears did shower
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| She rests her head upon his breast
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| And round his neck her arms entwined
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| Not duke nor lord, nor earl I’ll wed
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| I’ll wait for thee my own Matt Hyland
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| I’ll wait for thee my own Matt Hyland
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| I’ll wait for thee my own Matt Hyland |