Fare you well, on the morrow I must leave
And I'm bound for a far and distant land
A tale will tell of my poor heart and how it grieves
So for you, my love, this sorrowful caban
I was born in Lincoln County
And the son of a country wife am I
Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest
You're the fairest rose on which I've laid an eye
Let them be hard, with the dawn I'll be gone
And I don't know if I'll be back again
God as my guard and the champion of the round
Off to holy wars to fight the Saracen
I was born in Lincoln County
And the son of a country wife am I
Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest
You're the fairest rose on which I've laid an eye
While you're away does your spouse turn a whore
Or a chastity belt maiden while crusaders at war
I'm tired of my chainmail, my armor makes me sore
And it all seems so futile
Weep though you will, but my love I cannot stay
Dry your eyes and we'll share a parting kiss
Wait until the advent of that day
When I'm home and gone is sadness such as this
I was born in Lincoln County
And the son of a country wife am I
Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest
You're the fairest rose on which I've laid an eye
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