THE FIRST PLACE I MET MY LOVE

The first place I met my love was walking by the strand,
She smiled at me and she laughed at me and offered me her hand,
Thinking that I'd speak to her I only passed her by,
For e'er I would deceive a lass I would lie down and die.

The next place I met my love was in a shady bower,
She smiled and she laughed at me and handed me a flower,
Thinking that I'd speak to her I only passed her by,
For e'er I would deceive a lass I would lie down and die.

The next place I met my love was in a whiskey shop,
She smiled and she laughed at me, and offered me a drop
Thinking that I'd speak to her I only passed her by,
For e'er I would deceive a lass I would lie down and die.

The last place I saw my love was on her wedding day,
She smiled and she laughed at met no wonder she was gay;
Thinking that I'd speak to her I only passed her by,
And now I see all gay young girls with a sad and wistful eye.
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