The Labouring Man's Daughter

A nobleman's son, he dreamed such a dream
 Of the beautifulest girl in the nation
 No counsel would he take, but journeys he'd make
 Through Ireland to seek this fair creature
 'Twas seven long years he searched here and there
 'Til he came to the place where he'd meet her
 He opened the door and she stood on the floor
 She was a laboring man's daughter
 I never have seen you but once in my life
 And that was in a dream, you lay by me
 And now you're beside me, by the look in your eyes
 I know that you ne'er will deny me
 And what's your desire, pray tell me, kind sir
 That you're so afraid of denial?
 Although I am poor, no scorn will I endure
 Do not put me under such trial
 No scorn will I bring, nor any such thing
 And he took out a ring as a token
 Oh love is a thing which does hang on a string
 But between us it ne'er will be broken
 And if I should consent your bride for to be
 Your parents would both be offended
 Besides they would always be frowning on me
 Because you are highly descended
 For father and for mother I have none in this world
 I have none but myself and a brother
 And as for my friends, they will not frown on me
 So we can but love one another
 So now they has gained what love and delight
 And they are living in joy and plenty
 The laboring man's daughter has married a knight
 Heaven protect them both together
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