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Mother	A
Well Frances	B
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Frances	B
Well good mother how are you	C
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M I'm hearty lass but warm the weather's warm	D
I think 'tis mostly warm on market days	E
I met with George behind the mill said he	F
Mother go in and rest awhile	G
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F Ay do	C
And stay to supper put your basket down	H
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M Why now it is not heavy	F
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F Willie man	I
Get up and kiss your Granny Heavy no	J
Some call good churning luck but luck or skill	K
Your butter mostly comes as firm and sweet	L
As if 'twas Christmas So you sold it all	M
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M All but this pat that I put by for George	N
He always loved my butter	A
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F That he did	O
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M And has your speckled hen brought off her brood	P
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F Not yet but that old duck I told you of	Q
She hatched eleven out of twelve to day	R
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Child And Granny they're so yellow	J
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M Ay my lad	S
Yellow as gold yellow as Willie's hair	T
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C They're all mine Granny father says they're mine	U
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M To think of that	V
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F Yes Granny only think	W
Why father means to sell them when they're fat	V
And put the money in the savings bank	X
And all against our Willie goes to school	Y
But Willie would not touch them no not he	F
He knows that father would be angry else	Z
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C But I want one to play with O I want	A2
A little yellow duck to take to bed	B2
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M What would ye rob the poor old mother then	C2
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F Now Granny if you'll hold the babe awhile	G
'Tis time I took up Willie to his crib	D2
Exit FRANCES	B
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Mother sings to the infant	E2
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Playing on the virginals	B
Who but I Sae glad sae free	F
Smelling for all cordials	B
The green mint and marjorie	F
Set among the budding broom	F2
Kingcup and daffodilly	G
By my side I made him room	F2
O love my Willie	G
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Like me love me girl o' gowd	E2
Sang he to my nimble strain	G2
Sweet his ruddy lips o'erflowed	E2
Till my heartstrings rang again	C2
By the broom the bonny broom	F2
Kingcup and daffodilly	G
In my heart I made him room	F2
O love my Willie	G
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Pipe and play dear heart sang he	G
I must go yet pipe and play	G
Soon I'll come and ask of thee	G
For an answer yea or nay	G
And I waited till the flocks	B
Panted in yon waters stilly	G
And the corn stood in the shocks	B
O love my Willie	G
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I thought first when thou didst come	H2
I would wear the ring for thee	G
But the year told out its sum	H2
Ere again thou sat'st by me	G
Thou hadst nought to ask that day	G
By kingcup and daffodilly	G
I said neither yea nor nay	G
O love my Willie	G
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Enter GEORGE	N
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George Well mother 'tis a fortnight now or more	I2
Since I set eyes on you	C
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M Ay George my dear	J2
I reckon you've been busy so have we	G
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G And how does father	A
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M He gets through his work	K2
But he grows stiff a little stiff my dear	J2
He's not so young you know by twenty years	B
As I am not so young by twenty years	B
And I'm past sixty	G
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G Yet he's hale and stout	E2
And seems to take a pleasure in his pipe	L2
And seems to take a pleasure in his cows	B
And a pride too	C
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M And well he may my dear	J2
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G Give me the little one he tires your arm	M2
He's such a kicking crowing wakeful rogue	N2
He almost wears our lives out with his noise	B
Just at day dawning when we wish to sleep	O2
What you young villain would you clench your fist	E2
In father's curls a dusty father sure	P2
And you're as clean as wax	B
Ay you may laugh	Q2
But if you live a seven years more or so	B
These hands of yours will all be brown and scratched	E2
With climbing after nest eggs They'll go down	H
As many rat holes as are round the mere	J2
And you'll love mud all manner of mud and dirt	E2
As your father did afore you and you'll wade	E2
After young water birds and you'll get bogged	E2
Setting of eel traps and you'll spoil your clothes	B
And come home torn and dripping then you know	B
You'll feel the stick you'll feel the stick my lad	E2
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Enter FRANCES	B
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F You should not talk so to the blessed babe	R2
How can you George why he may be in heaven	S2
Before the time you tell of	Q
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M Look at him	T2
So earnest such an eager pair of eyes	B
He thrives my dear	J2
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F Yes that he does thank God	E2
My children are all strong	U2
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M 'Tis much to say	G
Sick children fret their mother's hearts to shreds	B
And do no credit to their keep nor care	T
Where is your little lass	B
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F Your daughter came	V2
And begged her of us for a week or so	B
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M Well well she might be wiser that she might	E2
For she can sit at ease and pay her way	G
A sober husband too a cheerful man	I
Honest as ever stepped and fond of her	A
Yet she is never easy never glad	E2
Because she has not children Well a day	G
If she could know how hard her mother worked	E2
And what ado I had and what a moil	G
With my half dozen Children ay forsooth	G
They bring their own love with them when they come	H2
But if they come not there is peace and rest	E2
The pretty lambs and yet she cries for more	I2
Why the world's full of them and so is heaven	S2
They are not rare	T
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G No mother not at all	G
But Hannah must not keep our Fanny long	U2
She spoils her	A
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M Ah folks spoil their children now	W2
When I was a young woman 'twas not so	B
We made our children fear us made them work	K2
Kept them in order	A
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G Were not proud of them	X2
Eh mother	A
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M I set store by mine 'tis true	C
But then I had good cause	B
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G My lad d'ye hear	Y2
Your Granny was not proud by no means proud	E2
She never spoilt your father no not she	G
Nor ever made him sing at harvest home	Z2
Nor at the forge nor at the baker's shop	A3
Nor to the doctor while she lay abed	E2
Sick and he crept upstairs to share her broth	G
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M Well well you were my youngest and what's more	I2
Your father loved to hear you sing he did	E2
Although good man he could not tell one tune	B3
From the other	A
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F No he got his voice from you	C
Do use it George and send the child to sleep	O2
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G What must I sing	C3
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F The ballad of the man	I
That is so shy he cannot speak his mind	E2
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G Ay of the purple grapes and crimson leaves	B
But mother put your shawl and bonnet off	D3
And Frances lass I brought some cresses in	E3
Just wash them toast the bacon break some eggs	B
And let's to supper shortly	G
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Sings	B
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My neighbor White we met to day	G
He always had a cheerful way	G
As if he breathed at ease	B
My neighbor White lives down the glade	E2
And I live higher in the shade	E2
Of my old walnut trees	B
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So many lads and lasses small	G
To feed them all to clothe them all	G
Must surely tax his wit	E2
I see his thatch when I look out	E2
His branching roses creep about	E2
And vines half smother it	E2
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There white haired urchins climb his eaves	B
And little watch fires heap with leaves	B
And milky filberts hoard	E2
And there his oldest daughter stands	B
With downcast eyes and skilful hands	B
Before her ironing board	E2
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She comforts all her mother's days	B
And with her sweet obedient ways	B
She makes her labor light	E2
So sweet to hear so fair to see	G
O she is much too good for me	G
That lovely Lettice White	E2
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'Tis hard to feel one's self a fool	G
With that same lass I went to school	G
I then was great and wise	B
She read upon an easier book	F3
And I I never cared to look	F3
Into her shy blue eyes	B
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And now I know they must be there	T
Sweet eyes behind those lashes fair	T
That will not raise their rim	T2
If maids be shy he cures who can	I
But if a man be shy a man	I
Why then the worse for him	T2
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My mother cries For such a lad	E2
A wife is easy to be had	E2
And always to be found	E2
A finer scholar scarce can be	G
And for a foot and leg says she	G
He beats the country round	E2
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My handsome boy must stoop his head	E2
To clear her door whom he would wed	E2
Weak praise but fondly sung	G3
O mother scholars sometimes fail	G
And what can foot and leg avail	G
To him that wants a tongue	G3
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When by her ironing board I sit	E2
Her little sisters round me flit	E2
And bring me forth their store	I2
Dark cluster grapes of dusty blue	C
And small sweet apples bright of hue	C
And crimson to the core	I2
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But she abideth silent fair	T
All shaded by her flaxen hair	T
The blushes come and go	B
I look and I no more can speak	H3
Than the red sun that on her cheek	H3
Smiles as he lieth low	B
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Sometimes the roses by the latch	I3
Or scarlet vine leaves from her thatch	I3
Come sailing down like birds	B
When from their drifts her board I clear	J2
She thanks me but I scarce can hear	Y2
The shyly uttered words	B
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Oft have I wooed sweet Lettice White	E2
By daylight and by candlelight	E2
When we two were apart	E2
Some better day come on apace	B
And let me tell her face to face	B
Maiden thou hast my heart	E2
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How gently rock yon poplars high	J3
Against the reach of primrose sky	J3
With heaven's pale candles stored	E2
She sees them all sweet Lettice White	E2
I'll e'en go sit again to night	E2
Beside her ironing board	E2
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Why you young rascal who would think it now	W2
No sooner do I stop than you look up	K3
What would you have your poor old father do	C
'Twas a brave song long winded and not loud	E2
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M He heard the bacon sputter on the fork	L3
And heard his mother's step across the floor	I2
Where did you get that song 'tis new to me	G
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G I bought it of a peddler	A
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M Did you so	B
Well you were always for the love songs George	N
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F My dear just lay his head upon your arm	M2
And if you'll pace and sing two minutes more	I2
He needs must sleep his eyes are full of sleep	O2
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G Do you sing mother	A
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F Ay good mother do	C
'Tis long since we have heard you	C
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M Like enough	M3
I'm an old woman and the girls and lads	B
I used to sing to sleep o'ertop me now	W2
What should I sing for	I2
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G Why to pleasure us	B
Sing in the chimney corner where you sit	E2
And I'll pace gently with the little one	S2
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Mother sings	B
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When sparrows build and the leaves break forth	G
My old sorrow wakes and cries	B
For I know there is dawn in the far far north	G
And a scarlet sun doth rise	B
Like a scarlet fleece the snow field spreads	B
And the icy founts run free	G
And the bergs begin to bow their heads	B
And plunge and sail in the sea	G
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O my lost love and my own own love	Q
And my love that loved me so	B
Is there never a chink in the world above	Q
Where they listen for words from below	B
Nay I spoke once and I grieved thee sore	I2
I remember all that I said	E2
And now thou wilt hear me no more no more	I2
Till the sea gives up her dead	E2
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Thou didst set thy foot on the ship and sail	G
To the ice fields and the snow	B
Thou wert sad for thy love did not avail	G
And the end I could not know	B
How could I tell I should love thee to day	G
Whom that day I held not dear	J2
How could I know I should love thee away	G
When I did not love thee anear	J2
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We shall walk no more through the sodden plain	G2
With the faded bents o'erspread	G
We shall stand no more by the seething main	G2
While the dark wrack drives overhead	G
We shall part no more in the wind and the rain	G2
Where thy last farewell was said	G
But perhaps I shall meet thee and know thee again	C2
When the sea gives up her dead	G
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F Asleep at last and time he was indeed	G
Turn back the cradle quilt and lay him in	E3
And mother will you please to draw your chair	J2
The supper's ready	G