Sweet Lass
of Richmond Hill On Richmond Hill there lives a lass More bright than May-day morn Whose charms all other maids' surpass A rose without a thorn. This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet Has won my right good will I'd crowns resign to call thee mine Sweet lass of Richmond Hill. Sweet lass of Richmond Hill Sweet lass of Richmond Hill I'd crowns resign to call thee mine Sweet lass of Richmond Hill. Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air And wanton thro' the grove O whisper to my charming fair "I die for her I love." This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet Has won my right good will I'd crowns resign to call thee mine Sweet lass of Richmond Hill. Sweet lass of Richmond Hill Sweet lass of Richmond Hill I'd crowns resign to call thee mine Sweet lass of Richmond Hill. |
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