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Garden Gate.

The day was spent, the moon shone bright,
The village clock struck eight,
Young Mary hastened with delight,
Unto the garden gate.

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But who was there that made her sad,
The gate was there but not the lad,
Which made young Mary sigh and say,
Was there ever a poor girl so sad as I.

She traced the garden here and there,
The village clock struck nine,
Which made young Mary sigh and say,
Thou sha'nt, thou sha'nt be mine;
You said you'd be at the gate at eight,
You ne'er shall deceive me or make me wait,
For I will let such creatures see,
They ne'er shall make a fool of me.

She traced the garden here and there,
The village clock struck ten,
Young William caught her in his arms,
No more to part again;
For he had been to buy the ring that day
And he had been such a long way,
Then how could Mary cruel prove,
To banish the lad she so dearly loved.

Up with the morning sun they rose,
To church they went away,

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And all the village joyful were
Upon the wedding day.
Now in the cottage by the river side
William and Mary do reside,
She blesses the night that she did wait
For her absent swain at the garden gate.

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