.Rising early out of bed
Across the fields I steered O
When O and I a woman I spied
And a pretty fair maid appeared O.
Her head was bare I do declare
She had neither hat nor feather on
And she stopped so low gave me to know
It was mushrooms she was gathering O.
O gathe.
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