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Don’t Say Which

 

 

Now, a fair maiden or fallen hero

was the subject of the reel or hornpipe.

So I gave it ten or twenty minutes 

but I played this note wrong or that chord wild.

Now, being happy to win or to lose

I’d venture again by morning or eve.

Memorise the chords or practise the notes

till they scream for more or ask me to leave.

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