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I mind the day I'd wish I was a say-gull flyin' far, / For then I'd fly an' find you in the West; / An' I'd wish I was a little rose as sweet as roses are, / For then you'd maybe wear it on your breast, / "Achray!" / You'd maybe take an' wear it on your breast.
I'd wish I could be living near, to love you day an' night, / To let no throuble touch you or annoy; / I'd wish I could be dyin' here to rise a spirit light, / If Them above 'ud let me bring you joy, / "Achray!" / If Them above 'ud let me win you joy.