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I	A
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Her eyes are wild her head is bare	B
The sun has burnt her coal black hair	B
Her eyebrows have a rusty stain	C
And she came far from over the main	C
She has a baby on her arm	D
Or else she were alone	E
And underneath the hay stack warm	F
And on the greenwood stone	E
She talked and sung the woods among	G
And it was in the English tongue	G
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II	A
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Sweet babe they say that I am mad	H
But nay my heart is far too glad	H
And I am happy when I sing	I
Full many a sad and doleful thing	I
Then lovely baby do not fear	J
I pray thee have no fear of me	K
But safe as in a cradle here	L
My lovely baby thou shalt be	K
To thee I know too much I owe	M
I cannot work thee any woe	M
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III	A
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A fire was once within my brain	C
And in my head a dull dull pain	C
And fiendish faces one two three	K
Hung at my breast and pulled at me	K
But then there came a sight of joy	N
It came at once to do me good	O
I waked and saw my little boy	N
My little boy of flesh and blood	P
Oh joy for me that sight to see	K
For he was here and only he	K
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IV	-
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Suck little babe oh suck again	Q
It cools my blood it cools my brain	C
Thy lips I feel them baby they	R
Draw from my heart the pain away	R
Oh press me with thy little hand	S
It loosens something at my chest	T
About that tight and deadly band	S
I feel thy little fingers prest	T
The breeze I see is in the tree	K
It comes to cool my babe and me	K
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V	K
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Oh love me love me little boy	N
Thou art thy mother's only joy	N
And do not dread the waves below	M
When o'er the sea rock's edge we go	M
The high crag cannot work me harm	D
Nor leaping torrents when they howl	U
The babe I carry on my arm	D
He saves for me my precious soul	V
Then happy lie for blest am I	A
Without me my sweet babe would die	A
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VI	A
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Then do not fear my boy for thee	K
Bold as a lion will I be	K
And I will always be thy guide	W
Through hollow snows and rivers wide	W
I'll build an Indian bower I know	M
The leaves that make the softest bed	X
And if from me thou wilt not go	M
But still be true till I am dead	X
My pretty thing then thou shalt sing	I
As merry as the birds in spring	I
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VII	A
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Thy father cares not for my breast	T
'Tis thine sweet baby there to rest	T
'Tis all thine own and if its hue	Y
Be changed that was so fair to view	Y
'Tis fair enough for thee my dove	A
My beauty little child is flown	E
But thou wilt live with me in love	A
And what if my poor cheek be brown	Z
'Tis well for me thou canst not see	K
How pale and wan it else would be	K
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VIII	A
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Dread not their taunts my little Life	A
I am thy father's wedded wife	A
And underneath the spreading tree	K
We two will live in honesty	K
If his sweet boy he could forsake	A2
With me he never would have stayed	B2
From him no harm my babe can take	A2
But he poor man is wretched made	B2
And every day we two will pray	R
For him that's gone and far away	R
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IX	K
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I'll teach my boy the sweetest things	K
I'll teach him how the owlet sings	K
My little babe thy lips are still	C2
And thou hast almost sucked thy fill	C2
Where art thou gone my own dear child	D2
What wicked looks are those I see	K
Alas alas that look so wild	D2
It never never came from me	K
If thou art mad my pretty lad	H
Then I must be for ever sad	H
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X	K
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Oh smile on me my little lamb	E2
For I thy own dear mother am	E2
My love for thee has well been tried	W
I've sought thy father far and wide	W
I know the poisons of the shade	B2
I know the earth nuts fit for food	F2
Then pretty dear be not afraid	B2
We'll find thy father in the wood	O
Now laugh and be gay to the woods away	R
And there my babe we'll live for aye	A

William Wordsworth

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