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First when i came to the town
They called me young and bonny
Now they've changed my name
Called me the leaboy's honey.
I'll dye my petticoats red
And i'll face them with a yellow
I'll tell the dyester lads
That the leaboys i've to follow.
It's over hills and dales
And over dykes and ditches
Say will i like the lad
Who wears the moleskin breeches
The black horse draws the cart
And he's as proud as any
Say will i like the lad
That drives them on so canny
Feather beds are fine
And painted rooms are bonny
But i would leave them all
To jog away with johnny
Oh, for saturday night
It's i that'll see my dearie
He'll come whistlin' in
When i am tired and weary.
First when i came to the town
They called me proud and saucy
Now they've changed my name
Called me the leaboy's lassie.
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