In the village of Kildorie
     there's a maiden young and fair
     she's eyes like sparkling diamonds
     and long and golden hair

     a country man came riding
     up to her daddies gate
     upon a milk-white stallion
     he came at the hour of eight

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     I have come to court your daughter
     Mary of the curling hair
     I have gold and I have silver
     I have land beyond compare

     I will build for her a mansion
     she'll have servants at command
     I will build for her a mansion
     she'll have a gold ring for her hand

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     I don't want your gold nor silver
     I don't want your house nor land
     'tis a soldier boy I love
     and it's him who'll have my hand

     But her daddy spoke up sharply
     you will do as you are told
     you will marry him on Sunday
     and you'll wear his ring of gold

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     In the village of Kildorie
     there's a deep stream running by
     they found Mary there by midnight
     she'd drowned with her soldier boy

     In the village there is music
     you can hear her daddy say
     step it out Mary, my fine daughter
     Sunday is your wedding day

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