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My Journey is Love - Miss You

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When
I was at home as the Park I was gay that warbles so wantonly, sweet, in the Spring at the
Plough or at threshing I'd labour all day or when driving my team how I'd whistle
& sing whistle, whistle, whistle & sing whistle, whistle, whistle & sing for fair
was my darling a neat, pretty, maid but she from our village unkindly
did [illegible] so finding her gone & my hopes all betrayed I becom'd up to town & my