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As I was walking one morning in springtime
Down to the path by the oak tree grove
I overheard a fair maiden singing
Mourning the loss of her own true love
Tell this to me my sweet pretty maiden
Why would a man on this fine spring day
I am a weeping (?) for the springtime
Vouch for my love whom has gone away
Oh where is this love that you are grieving
Will he be soon be returning to thee?
I fear not 'tis a fine ship sailer
Drowned in a storm on the raging sea
As I was walking one morning in springtime
Down to the path by the oak tree grove
I overheard a fair maiden singing
Mourning the loss of her own true love
