A Little Pretty Bonny Lass

A little pretty bonny lass was walking
In midst of May before the sun gan rise.
I took her by the hand and fell to talking
Of this and that, as best I could devise.
I swore I would, yet still she said I should not
Do what I would, and yet for all I could not.
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