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Some Oxfordshire Seasonal Festivals.

Second dance, to the tune of "Constant Billy."

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Oh, my Billy, my constant Billy,
When shall I see my Billy again ?
When the fishes flies over the mountains,
Then you'll see your Billy again.

Third dance, to the tune of "The Willow Tree."

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Once they said my lips were red.
Now they're scarlet (sic) pale ;
When I, like a silly girl,
Believ'd his flattering tale.
But he vow'd he'd never deceive me,
And so fondly I believ'd he.
While the stars and the moon
So sweetly shone
Over the willow tree.