| Get down, get down, young Henry Lee
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| And stay the night with me
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| The very best lodging that I can afford
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| Will be fare better’n thee
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| Well I can’t get down, and I won’t get down
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| And spend my night with thee
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| For the girl that I have in that merry green Land
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| I love far better than thee
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| She leaned herself against the fence
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| Just for a kiss or two
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| With a little penknife held in her hand
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| She plugged him through and through
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| «Come all you ladies in this town
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| A secret for me keep
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| For this diamond ring held in my hand
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| I never will forsake»
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| «Some take him by his lilly white hands
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| Some take him by his feet
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| We’ll throw him in this deep, deep well
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| More than 100 feet»
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| Lie there, lie there, young Henry Lee
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| 'Till the flesh drops from your bones
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| And the girl you have in that merry green land
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| Will wait for your return
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| Fly down, fly down, you little bird
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| And alight on my right knee
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| Your cage will be of purest gold
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| In deed, of ivory
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| Well I can’t fly down and I won’t fly down
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| And alight on your right knee
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| For the girl who would murder her own true love
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| Would kill a litttle bird like me
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| Oh if I had my bend and bow
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| My arrow and my string
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| I’d pierce a dart so near your heart
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| Your warble would be in vain
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| But if you had your bend and bow
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| Your arrow and your string
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| I’d fly away to that merry green land
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| And tell what I have seen |