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When I left home for the very last time
my father ranted and stamped his feet.
Mother she wept and cried from the window
just wait and see, soon sorrow you\'ll meet.
When I left home for the very last time
I found myself silently weeping,
Because I was born to roam the world,
to the roads and byways keeping.
When I left home for the very last time,
carrying my few possessions,
all the boys I met on the way
were ones who\'d declared their intentions.
Why did you have to pull my leg
when I was still but a youngster?
Why could you simply not let me grow up
and become a little wiser?
Why did you have to trick me,
and bring me nothing but heartache?
Why could you not stay at home
and a life with your good mother make?
Why did you have to fool me,
filling my heart with sorrow?
Why did you let me drag my grief
like a mound of sand in a barrow?
If only I had died as a babe,
safe in my godmother\'s embrace,
I wouldn\'t have had to wander abroad
and the cruel, wicked world ever face.
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