Peter, Paul and Mary – I Have A Song To Sing O (Guitar)

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I have a song to sing, O! (Sing me your song, O!)

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It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon

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Who fled from the mocking throng-o

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It's the song of a merry man moping mum

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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

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As he sighed for the love of a lady.

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Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de

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He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

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As he sighed for the love of a lady.

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I have a song to sing, O! (What is your song, O?)

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It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing

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Who loved with a love life-long-o

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It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud

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Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud

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At the moan of the merry man moping mum

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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

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As he sighed for the love of a lady.

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Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de

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He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

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As he sighed for the love of a lady.

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I have a song to sing,O! (Sing me your song, O)

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It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell

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And a doleful dirge ding-dong o

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It's a song of a popinjay bravely born

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Who turned up his noble nose with scorn

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At the humble merry maid peerly proud

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Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud

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At the moan of a merry man moping mum

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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

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As he sighed for the love of a lady.

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Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de

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He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

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As he sighed for the love of a lady.

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I have a song to sing, O!                 I have a song to sing-o!

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It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye

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for it tells of a righted wrong-o

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It's a song of the merry maid once so gay

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Who turned on her heel and tripped away

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From the peacock popinjay bravely born

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Who turned up his noble nose with scorn

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At the humble heart that he did not prize

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So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes

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For the love of the merry man moping mum

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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

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As he sighed for the love of a lady.

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Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de

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His pains were o'er and he sighed no more

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For he lived in the love of a lady...

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Hey-di, hey-di,

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His pains were o'er and he sighed no more

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For he lived in the love of a lady!