The wandering Black-bird.
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I am weary weary wandering,
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All day and all night,
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Since my black-bird has left me,
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And has taken his flight:
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He flies where he pleases,
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And proves cruel still,
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And leaves me in the desart,
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For wild birds to kill.
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He wanders all day,
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And he comes home at night,
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And when I am asleeping,
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He stands in my sight:
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He often does chide me,
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Whom I do adore,
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And he tells tis a folly,
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And that grieves me more.
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Young Johnny is my true love,
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If you know his Name,
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He often times told her,
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My labour was in vain;
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But had he so told me,
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Before hed me drew,
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I had never done the thing,
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Which has causd me to rue.
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My loves gone a sailing,
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Unto the isle of man,
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And I fear he neer will prosper,
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For wronging poor Nan:
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God send him safe,
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And a fair wind to blow,
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And I hope he will marry me,
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Before he does go.
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My loves gone a wandering,
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And I cannot tell where,
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In the grove and the deserts,
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And leaves me in despair.
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I hope youll be with me,
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Before it be long,
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For I am weary with wandering
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Since my true love is gone.
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Farewell, my dearest, farewel,
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Since I lovd in vain:
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For my heart is oppressed,
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With grief to complain:
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Of all men in the world,
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I love him the best,
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And I hope that in heaven,
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His sweet soul may be blest.
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