Away with the buff and the blue, and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in hexhamshire.
Chorus Off to the sadie skey and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in hexhamshire Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer I love her better than them both but, man, I can't get near her.
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If only I could be lying there aside her While I watched my dear my arms would be denied her.
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Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver Her breast are deep but full, they'll fall when I get near her
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Of this love of mine, of this love I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie
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Away with the parson's shilling and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in hexhamshire
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