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I sat within the valley green sat there with my true love
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And my fond heart strove to choose between the old love and the new love
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The old for her the new that made me think on Ireland dearly
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While soft the wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley
Twas hard for mournful words to frame to break the ties that bound us