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Rh I have a song to sing, O! Sing me your song, O! It is sung with a sigh
 * And a tear in the eye,
 * For it tells of a righted wrong, O!

It's a song of a merrymaid, once so gay, Who turned on her heel and tripped away From the peacock popinjay, bravely born, Who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble heart that he did not prize; And it tells how she begged, with downcast eyes, For the love of the merryman, moping mum. Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
 * As he sighed for the love of a ladye!

Heighdy! heighdy!
 * Misery me—lackadaydee!

His pains were o'er, and he sighed no more,
 * For he lived in the love of a ladye!