My beau is crushed
By his new belle
Near the old well
Which holds my tears
Tell me I am cold
Because I cannot cry
The single reason why
Remains foretold
Regardless of season
It is him I wish to hold
My beau is crushed
By his new belle
Near the old well
Which holds my tears
Tell me I am cold
Because I cannot cry
The single reason why
Remains foretold
Regardless of season
It is him I wish to hold
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