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The summer is ended, the harvest is gone,
I’ve mowed all my meadows, I’ve housed all my corn;
And sweet Katie’s cottage stood fair to my view,
And so I went a courting, I’d nothing else to do.
Nothing else to do,
Nothing else to do,
And so I went a courting,
For I’d nothing else to do.
I met my sweet Katie, and down we did sit,