The gardener

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Proud Mary stands in her bower door, straight as a willow wand

And by there came a gardener child with a red rose in his hand

And by there came a gardener child with a red rose in his hand

"O lady can you fancy me, for to be my bride

Among the flowers in my garden I'll shape a weed for thee

Among the flowers in my garden I'll shape a weed for thee

"The lily white shall be your smock, becomes your body best

Your hat shall be the gillyflower with a primrose at your breast

Your hat shall be the gillyflower with a primrose at your breast

"Your gown shall be the sweet william, your coat the camavine

Your apron of the salads neat that taste both sweet and fine

Your apron of the salads neat that taste both sweet and fine

"Your gloves shall be the marigold, all glistening to your hand

And well spread o'er with a blue blaewort that grows among corn-lands

And well spread o'er with a blue blaewort that grows among corn-lands"

"O fare thee well young man" she says, "Farewell, I bid adieu"

"Since you have shaped the weed for me among the summer flowers

It's I will pay you back again among the winter showers

"The driven snow shall be your shirt, becomes your body best

The coal black rain shall be your coat with a wind gale at your breast

The coal black rain shall be your coat with a wind gale at your breast

"The steed that you shall ride upon shall be a sherry [?] gale

And I'll bridle with with a northern

blast and some sharp showers of hail

And I'll bridle with with a northern

blast and some sharp showers of hail

"The hat that on your head you wear, shall be a stormy day

And when you come into my sights I'lll wish you were away

And when you come into my sights I'lll wish you were away"

(Wish you were away)

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