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Little maid of Arcadee
Sat on Cousin Robin's knee, |
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Thought in form and face and limb,
Nobody could rival him. |
He was brave and she was fair,
Truth they made a pretty pair, |
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Happy little maiden she!
Happy maid of Arcadee!
Happy little maiden she,
Happy maid of Arcadee
Happy maid of Arcadee! |
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Moments fled as moments will
Happily enough, until |
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After, say, a month or two,
Robin did as robins do. |
Weary of his lover's play
Jilted her and went away, |
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Wretched little maiden, she,
Wretched maid of Arcadee.
Wretched maid of Arcadee. |
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To her little home she crept,
There she sat her down and wept... |
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Maiden wept as maidens will,
Grew so thin and pale until |
Cousin Richard came to woo.
Then again the roses grew. |
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Happy little maiden she!
Happy maid of Arcadee!
Happy little maiden she!
Happy maid of Arcadee!
Happy maid of Arcadee! |
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15 August, 2011
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