Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
I'd crowns resign
To call her mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill!
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
More bright than May-day morn,
Whose charms all others maids' surpass,
A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat,
With smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I'd crowns resign
To call her mine,
This lass of Richmond Hill!
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
I'd crowns resign
To call her mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill!
How happy will [...] be
Who makes the lass his own!
O may her smile be turned on me!
Mine's turned to her alone.
This lass so neat,
With smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I'd crowns resign
To call her mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill!
Ye zephyrs fair that fan the air,
And wonton through the grove,
Please whisper to my darling fair,
I die for her I love.
This lass is neat,
With charms so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I'd crowns resign
To call her mine, oh mine, oh mine,
This lass of Richmond Hill!
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
I'd crowns resign
To call her mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill!
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