Banks of Sweet Dundee Pt. 1 Lyrics

It's of a farmer's daughter, so beautiful I'm told.
Her parents died and left her with 500 pounds in gold.
She lived with her uncle, the source of all her woe.
As you will hear this maiden did prove his overthrow.
Her uncle had a plough-boy, young Mary loved full well.
T'was in her uncle's garden that their tales of love did tell.
There was a wealthy squire, who oft came her to see.
But still Mary loved her plough-boy on the banks of sweet Dundee.
Her uncle rose one morning and then went straight away,
He knocked on her bedroom and unto her thus did say.
Rise up fair maiden, a lady you shall be,
For the squire is waiting for you on the banks of sweet Dundee.
A fig for all your squires, your lords and dukes likewise,
My Williams hand appears to me, like diamonds in my eyes.
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Lyrics submitted by Ryan.