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Some Oxfordshire Seasonal Festivals.

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


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."


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.