.My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair>And her lady's in waiting, she stands 'neath my window
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair>Singin' tu-lur-a-lei-oh
She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain.
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