On the lily stock there sits a dove,
God defend us, God defend us.
So sweetly it sings of lord Jesus Christ
May the Lord God his mercy send us.
Now harken little Thora, I'm talking to thee,
God defend us, God defend us.
wilst thou go a-roaming and roving with me?
May the Lord God his mercy send us.
Wilt thou go roaming,
now harken little Thora,
Wilt thou go roaming?
No I cannot go a-roving with thee
God defend us, God defend us.
A Royal prince of England is [...] of me
May the Lord God his mercy send us.
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