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Loving Nancy Come all young men, both youth and beauty Come listen to my sorry song. For I've done more than it was my duty, I've suffered more than the common run. The widow's daughter whose name was Nancy Dressed in her silk and satin fine, For her I had the greatest fancy That ever I had for any kind. Begone, begone, you proud and flattering fellow, What brings you here to torment me? Go put on a suit of the green willow For it's my true love you never shall be. She said that I had wronged her daughter In close confinement there to be; There for to live on bread and water The space of nine long months and three. If ever I live to get my freedom It's my true love I'll go and see; She's got my heart in keeping When I'm bound until I'm free. Now Nancy's married to a dancing-master The rambling fellow all through the town, She said he don't in the least regard her For he's rambling both night and day. One day as she sat by her window, One of her neighbors heard her say, For he don't in the least respect her For he's rabling both night and day. Come all young maids, by me take warning Turn not your first true love away For many a fair and a pleasant morning Turns out a dark and rainy day. From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, Sharp Collected from Mrs. Lawson Grey, VA 1918 DT #496 Laws P12 RG oct96
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