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A Cornish young man he dreamed a dream
The most beautiful girl in the nation
No coucil he'll take but a journey he'd make
Into England to seek this fair creature
For seven long years he sought her all about
Till he came to the place where he met her
He opened the door and she stood in before
She's just some poor labouring man's daughter
Oh, I never saw you but once in my life
And that was a dream, love, lie by me
And now that I find you there's tears in my eyes
And I hope that you never deny me
Oh, what is the matter, young man, she replied
That you seem so afraid of denial
Although I am poor, I will never be whore
So put me not under no trial
No whore should you be, no any such thing
So take this sweet kiss as a token
For love, oh my dear, is a stone in a sling
And it's hard to believe when its spoken
Oh, take up this ring and a guinea in gold
And between us never let it be broken
For love, oh my dear, is a stone in a sling
And it's hard to believe till its spoken