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Denny's daughter stood a minute in the field I be to pass, / All as quiet as her shadow lyin' by her on the grass; / In her hand a switch o' hazel from the nut tree's crooked root, / Well I mind the crown o' clover crumpled undher one bare foot. / For the look of her, / The look of her / Comes back on me to-day, -- / Wi' the eyes of her, / The eyes of her / That took me on the way.
Though I seen poor Denny's daughter white an' stiff upon her / bed, / Yet I be to think there's sunlight fallin' somewhere on her / head: / She'll be singin' "Ave Mary" where the flowers never wilt, / She, the girl my own hands covered wi' the narrow / daisy-quilt. / For the love of her, / The love of her / That would not be my wife: / An' the loss of her, / The loss of her / Has left me lone for life.