Oldtime Stringband

Sweet lady, sweet lady, come lay by my side,
4 & 20 kisses will make you my bride.
The weather may change dear; the birds may fly high,
But we'll be together as seasons pass by.

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When trees lose their blooms, the plums will come ripe,
We'll pick plums for pudding all day, all night.
We'll make that plum pudding; we'll make it just right,
We'll make that plum pudding all day, all night.

If I should leave you, I'll always come back,
Gifts I will bring you of plums in my pack.
When plums are in season, I'll make my way home,
I'll cook that plum pudding; I'll never more roam.

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The harvest is over, the moon is on high,
The world is a'turning and winter is nigh.
We'll build up a fire and sing us a song,
We'll keep our hearts warm now 'till spring comes along.

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Our garden is fertile, the seeds have been sown,
Our roots will run deep now in our prairie home.
Sweet babies surround us, they fuss and they fight,
We'll feed them plum pudding to make them feel right.

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