Roles | Singer |
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Places | Harting |
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When first apprentice I was bound
Through bushes and through briars so broad I took my way
Come all you worthy people that dwells within this land
As I walked out one morning, 'twas in the month of June
As I walked out one morning fair
Oh there goes a ship in the North Amerikay
Hark! Hark! what news the angels bring
In Surrey there lived an old farmer
O mother mother make my bed
As we sailed out one day, one day
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