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Marguerite

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Oh the year was fifteen forty two,
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
Marguerite, her man, and her servant too
They roamed the hills of Newfoundland
The hills of Newfoundland

Oh all around you Marguerite
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
There are woods to hide and berries to eat
On the hills of Newfoundland my love
On the hills of Newfoundland

Oh the serving maid on guard she stood
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
While they made a bed in that lonely wood
On the hills of Newfoundland my love
On the hills of Newfoundland

Oh uncle dear, what have I done
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
I have loved a man, and will bear his son
On the hills of Newfoundland it was
On the hills of Newfoundland

Oh from my sight forever go
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
The world of man no longer know
To the Isla de Demon you go
To the Isla de Demon

After eight long months her young man died
Marguerite grew strong
Marguerite grew strong
Then the serving maid and then her child
On the hills of Newfoundland my love
On the hills of Newfoundland

Oh alone and lonely, lost in prayer
Oh a year went by
Oh a year went by
When a fishing party found her there
On the hills of Newfoundland it was
On the hills of Newfoundland

Oh uncle dear you thought I died
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
But with my God and love I did survive
Le Isla de Demon mon oncle
Le Isla de Demon

Oh her love is gone and her child grows cold
Oh the years go by
Oh the years go by
But Marguerite in France grows old
And she thinks back to the days of love
On the hills of Newfoundland

So come now love and take my hand
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
And like Marguerite we’ll make our stand
And we’ll live and love as woman and man
On the hills of Newfoundland

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