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1. The Jackets Green

   

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   When I was a maiden fair and young in the pleasant homes of Lee.
   No bird that in the green wood sang;
   was half so light and free.
   No hart e'er beat with flying feet;
   no love sang me its queen.
   Till down the glen rode Sarfield's men,
   and they wore the Jackets Green.
   II
   My Daniel sat on his gallant grey, like a king on a royal seat.
   My heart leaped up in a regal way to worship at his feet.
   Or did he come in his colours dressed, or wooed in his soldier's mien.
   I'd have laid my head on his throbbing breast, for the sake of the Jacket Green.
   III
   No hoarded wealth did my love own, save the good sword that he bore.
   But I loved him for himself alone, and the colour bright he wore,
   Or did he come in England's Red to make me England's Queen
   I'd roam the high green hills instead for

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