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FINNISH	A
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O where have ye been the morn sae late	B
My merry son come tell me hither	C
O where have ye been the morn sae late	B
And I wot I hae but anither	C
By the water gate by the water gate	B
O dear mither	C
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And whatten kin' o' wark had ye there to make	D
My merry son come tell me hither	C
And whatten kin' o' wark had ye there to make	D
And I wot I hae but anither	C
I watered my steeds with water frae the lake	D
O dear mither	C
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Why is your coat sae fouled the day	E
My merry son come tell me hither	C
Why is your coat sae fouled the day	E
And I wot I hae but anither	C
The steeds were stamping sair by the weary banks of clay	E
O dear mither	C
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And where gat ye thae sleeves of red	F
My merry son come tell me hither	C
And where gat ye thae sleeves of red	F
And I wot I hae but anither	C
I have slain my ae brither by the weary water head	F
O dear mither	C
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And where will ye gang to mak your mend	G
My merry son come tell me hither	C
And where will ye gang to mak your mend	G
And I wot I hae not anither	C
The warldis way to the warldis end	G
O dear mither	C
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And what will ye leave your father dear	C
My merry son come tell me hither	C
And what will ye leave your father dear	C
And I wot I hae not anither	C
The wood to fell and the logs to bear	C
For he'll never see my body mair	C
O dear mither	C
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And what will ye leave your mither dear	C
My merry son come tell me hither	C
And what will ye leave your mither dear	C
And I wot I hae not anither	C
The wool to card and the wool to wear	C
For ye'll never see my body mair	C
O dear mither	C
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And what will ye leave for your wife to take	D
My merry son come tell me hither	C
And what will ye leave for your wife to take	D
And I wot I hae not anither	C
A goodly gown and a fair new make	D
For she'll do nae mair for my body's sake	D
O dear mither	C
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And what will ye leave your young son fair	C
My merry son come tell me hither	C
And what will ye leave your young son fair	C
And I wot ye hae not anither	C
A twiggen school rod for his body to bear	C
Though it garred him greet he'll get nae mair	C
O dear mither	C
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And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet	H
My merry son come tell me hither	C
And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet	H
And I wot ye hae not anither	C
Wild mulberries for her mouth to eat	H
She'll get nae mair though it garred her greet	H
O dear mither	C
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And when will ye come back frae roamin'	I
My merry son come tell me hither	C
And when will ye come back frae roamin'	I
And I wot I hae not anither	C
When the sunrise out of the north is comen	I
O dear mither	C
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When shall the sunrise on the north side be	J
My merry son come tell me hither	C
When shall the sunrise on the north side be	J
And I wot I hae not anither	C
When chuckie stanes shall swim in the sea	J
O dear mither	C
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When shall stanes in the sea swim	K
My merry son come tell me hither	C
When shall stanes in the sea swim	K
And I wot I hae not anither	C
When birdies' feathers are as lead therein	I
O dear mither	C
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When shall feathers be as lead	F
My merry son come tell me hither	C
When shall feathers be as lead	F
And I wot I hae not anither	C
When God shall judge between the quick and dead	F
O dear mither	C

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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