The Parsley Vine (Niles No.2B)
My uncle gave me an acre of ground,
Parsley hangs upon the vine,
My uncle gave me an acre of ground,
The poorest I did ever find,
Where the parsley hangs upon the vine.
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My uncle gave me an old gray mare,
Parsley hangs upon the vine,
My uncle gave me an old gray mare,
Who wouldn’t work and didn’t care,
When the parsley hangs upon the vine.
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My lover gave me a linny smock,
Parsley hangs upon the vine,
My lover gave me a linny smock,
But on her door I would not knock,
‘Cause the parsley hangs upon the vine.
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My uncle took my plaid away,
Parsley hangs upon the vine,
My uncle took my plaid away,
In spite of totter and head of gray,
And the parsley hangs upon the vine.