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Title
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I don't mean to tell you her name
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Singer
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Sawyer, David [Phoebus]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
It's with my village fair
No lassie can compare,
For innocence and beauty's fame;
And she lives near the mill,
At the top of the hill,
But I don't mean to tell you her name.
Chorus
Oh, no, no, no!
I don't mean to tell you her name.
Verse 2
There's the lord, duke and squire,
Although they do rank higher,
Endeavour her favour to gain,
Let them try how they may,
They still will have, 'Nay,'
And find their labours in vain.
Chorus
Verse 3
It was only last night,
As we walked by moonlight,
She owned for me her heart was aflame,
Yet she lives near the mill,
At the top of the hill,
But I don't mean to tell you her name.
Chorus
Verse 4
How happy I should be,
If myself I could see,
When I'm bound to this beautiful fair;
When to joy we impart,
Both in hand and in heart,
Who then with our joys can compare?
Chorus
Verse 5
When to joys we impart,
Both in hand and in heart,
We'll copy it in each love's name;
Then we'll sport round the hill,
Where she lives near the mill,
And on that day I'll tell you her name.
Chorus
O yes, yes, yes!
On that day I'll tell you her name.
