The Traditional, Michael McGlynn, Sarah Thursfield & Desmond Earley siuil a run

I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
I wish I sat on my true love's knee
Many a fond story he told to me He told me things that ne'er shall be door and escape with me
His hair was black, his eye was blue
His arm was strong, his word was true
I wish in my heart I was with you
Walking , walk, walk my secret
Walk to benefits and walk quietly
Walk to the door and escape with me
I'll dye my petticoat, I'll dye it red
And 'round the world I'll beg my bread
'Til I find my love alive or dead
Walk, walk, walk a secret
Walk to benefits and walk quietly
Walk to the door and escape with me
Walk, walk, walk to my secret
Walk to benefits and walk quietly
Walk to the door and escape with me
Walk to the door and escape me

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