Where the daisies laugh and blow,
where the willow leaves hang down,
Nonny, nonny ,I will Go
There to weave my lord a crown.
Willow ,willow ,bye the book
Trailing fingers green and long
I will read my lord a book,
I will sing my love a song
Though he trun his face away,
Nonny, nonny still I sing,
Ditties of a heart gone gray
And a hand that bears no ring
Water,water, cold and deep
hamlet, shakespeare......
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