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But she proved false to me,
For she loved all sorts o' men. I taul her I would mairry, I taul her I would mairry, I taul her I would mairry,
But I never taul her when.
I coorted a widow
Who had great stores of gold.
I coorted her till she gave me
Nine hunner pounds an' ten. An' I taul her I would mairry, I taul her I would mairry, I taul her I would mairry, But I never taul her when.
I set spurs to my neadie
An' awa I did ride. To fair Lunnon city,
Seekin' for a bride. The girls they cam efter me,
But catch me if you can. For I taul them I would mairry, I taul them I would mairry, I taul them I would mairry,
But I never taul them when.
I am a rantin' aul' maid An' I've been single lang,
I took into my aul' iieid That I would like a man.
Chorus : Fal al the diddle al, Fal al de day, Fal al the diddle al, Fal al de day.
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