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1. A young gentAleman came riding past,
on a snoEw-blue winter?s day.
He asAked to drink by our fire
and I was plEeased to let him stay.
He drAank there quietly for a while,
and theEn he turned and said to me :
?Your eAyes are green like summer graEss,
your Alips are red, like a fresh cutE rose.
Your hAair is soft, like an Irish sEtream,
and yourA voice is filled with sweet bEeauty.?
And the Dlast words I heard him say
were, ? I shall return, for you, my love, on Christmas Day.
2. And the niAght will come, but I won't sleep,
as I wEatch the stars that lead him.
I caAnnot place where he is,
but sEtill my heart goes with him,
I'm saAving all my Sunday clothes
for the dEay that I'll be leaving.
Father kAnows, my sister knEows,
and my fAriends, they're happy for Eme.
And the pAriest he says, you should tEhank God,
for the Ablessing, of such beEauty.
And the Dlast words I heard him say
were, ? I shall return, for you, my love, on Christmas Day.
? I shall Areturn, for yDou, my lEove, on Christmas DaAy.
AEAEAEAE
And the lDast words I heard him say,
were the F#mlast words EI ever B7 heard him sa?yE.
? I shall rAeturn, for yoDu, my loEve, on Christmas Day.
I sAwear, I wDill retEurn, on Christmas Day.
YeAs, I shDall retEurn, on Christmas Day.
I sAhall reDturn, for yEou, on Christmas Day.
My Alove, I wDill retEurn, on Christmas Day.
I Ashall rDeturn, for Eyou, on Christmas Day?..?
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