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Are you going to Salisbury Peat?

Folks’ glove, dwale, moonseed, and oak

Bitter is the mem’ry so sweet

Of one who was a heartache of mine

Tell him to gather the wood for the fire

Folk’s glove, dwale, moonseed, and oak

Stir it with embers of his heart’s desire

For once he was so lovelorn of scion

Tell him to find me the highest of lands

Folk’s glove, dwale, moonseed, and oak

Without a soul within his commands

For never there was a memory of mine

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