GREEN GRASS
A dis, a dis, a green grass,
A dis, a dis, a dis;
Come all you pretty fair maids
And dance along with us.
For we are going roving,
A roving in this land;
We take this pretty fair maid,
We take her by the hand.
She shall get a duke, my dear,
As duck do get a drake;
And she shall have a young prince,
For her own fair sake.
And if this young prince chance to die,
She shall get another;
The bells will ring, and the birds will sing,
And we clap hands together.
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