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'Twas early one morning in the month May
- Oh the wind and the rain
Two lovers went walking on a hot summer's day
- Crying in the dreadful wind and rain
He said, 'My dear, will you marry me?
And my sweet wife you will always be.'
But she said, 'O no, that can never be
For you are much too poor for the support of me.'
So he spun her around and he struck her to the ground
Threw her in deep water and he left her to drown
She floated on down to the miller's mill-pond
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And the miller fished her out with a long fishing-line
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He's made fiddle-strings out of her long yellow hair
He's made fiddle-pegs out of her long finger-bones
But the only tune that fiddle could play
Was Oh the wind and the rain
The only tune that fiddle could play
Was Crying in the dreadful wind and rain.
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