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HEY HO, THE MORNING DEW |
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HEY HO, THE MORNING DEW
My father bought at great expense
A grand high stepping grey,
But when he puts her at a fence
She backs and backs away.
Sing Hey ho, the morning dew!
Hey ho, the rose and rue!
Follow me, my bonny lad,
For I'll not follow you!
A grand high stepping grey,
But when he puts her at a fence
She backs and backs away.
Sing Hey ho, the morning dew!
Hey ho, the rose and rue!
Follow me, my bonny lad,
For I'll not follow you!
My mother bought a likely hen
On last St. Martin's day:
She clucks and clucks and clucks again,
But never yet will lay.
Sing Hey ho, the morning dew!
Hey ho, the rose and rue!
Follow me, my bonny lad,
For I'll not follow you!
On last St. Martin's day:
She clucks and clucks and clucks again,
But never yet will lay.
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Hey ho, the rose and rue!
Follow me, my bonny lad,
For I'll not follow you!
O, Mustard is my brother's dog,
Who whines and wags his tail,
And snuffs into the market bag,
But dar' not snatch the meal.
Sing Hey ho, the morning dew!
Hey ho, the rose and rue!
Follow me, my bonny lad,
For I'll not follow you!
Who whines and wags his tail,
And snuffs into the market bag,
But dar' not snatch the meal.
Sing Hey ho, the morning dew!
Hey ho, the rose and rue!
Follow me, my bonny lad,
For I'll not follow you!
When walls lie down for steeds to step,
When eggs themselves go lay,
And the groats jump into Mustard's jaws,
To you my court I'll pay!
Sing Hey ho, the morning dew!
Hey ho, the rose and rue!
Follow me, my bonny lad,
For I'll not follow you!
When eggs themselves go lay,
And the groats jump into Mustard's jaws,
To you my court I'll pay!
Sing Hey ho, the morning dew!
Hey ho, the rose and rue!
Follow me, my bonny lad,
For I'll not follow you!
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