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was a shepherd's daughter,

kept sheep on yonder hill

There was a knight and he was bright,

who fain would have his will.

Chor. And sing O ro malando,

crying, O ro follow me.

Go follow me to the begging green,

my own dear Lamachree.

He has taen her by the milk-white hand,

she has gently laid her down.

And when he got his will of her,

he took her up again. And &c.

Now since you’ve got your will of me,

and brought my body to shame

You'll be so good, kind Sir, indeed,

as tell to me your name. And &c.

Sometimes they call me Jack, he says,

other times they call me John,

But when I’m in the King's court,

they call me sweet William. And &e.

Then she took up her petticoats,

a little above her knee,

And she's away to the King’s court,

as fast as she could hie. And &c.