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C.J.S.

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1

Blow away, ye morning breezes,

Blow, ye winds, Heigh-ho!

Blow away the morning kisses,

Blow, blow, blow.

"O thou shalt rue the very hour,

That e'er thou knew'st the man,

For I will bake the wheaten flour,

And thou shalt bake the bran."

CHORUS. Blow away, ye morning breezes, &c.

2

"O thou shalt sorrow thro' thy soul

Thou stood'st to him so near.

For thou shalt drink the puddle foul,

And I the crystal clear."

CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c.

3

"O thou shalt rue that e'er thou wo'ld

Behold a love of mine.

For thou shalt sup the water cold,

But I will sup red wine."

CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c.

4

"Thou shalt lament in grief and doubt,

Thou spake'st with him at all,

For thou shalt wear the sorry clout,

And I the purple pall."

CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c.

5

"O thou shalt curse thy day of birth,

And curse thy dam and sire,

For I shall warm me at the hearth,

And thou shalt feed the fire."

CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c.

Note. In the original of the above Ballad each verse is repeated with the variation of "I shall not," for "I shall" &c. thus after the first verse comes,

I shall not rue the very hour That e'er I knew the man But I will bake the wheaten flour And thou shalt bake the bran.

It seems unnecessary to print these repetitions.