COMMENTS: TEXT: D A7 Abroad for pleasure as I was walking it was one summer evening clear D A7 Abroad for pleasure as I was walking it was one summer evening clear D G D A7 D There I beheld a most beauteous damsel A7 Lamenting for her shepherd swain D A7 D Lamenting for her shepherd swain The fairest evening that e'er I beheld was ever, ever with the lad I adore Wilt thou go fight the French and the Spaniard, Wilt thou leave me thus, my dear? Wilt thou leave me thus, my dear? No more to yon green banks will I take thee with pleasure for to rest myself and view the land But I will take thee to yon green garden Where the pretty flowers grow
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