Where are you going now my fine daughter?
Where are you going now this fair day?
I am bound for Mesopotamia
Father stand not in my way
But those hills are alive with thunder
They resound with the cries of war
And if the battle claims you
I'll ne'er see you more
It's been a year since my love left me
And there is none can keep me here
I swore that I would join him
And the road before me is clear
She arose then one fine morning
She kissed her mother's sleeping brow
And she's bound for Mesopotamia
I know not where, I know not how
Last night I dreamed I saw her
She stood before me now a wife
On her arm a sleeping baby
And in her hand a silver knife
Where you going now my fine daughter?
Where are you going now this fair day?
I am bound for Mesopotamia
Father stand not in my way

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