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Alexander - Niamh Parsons
O it's don't you know the reason, love,
this night that I am here
It is in order to obtain the love of you, my dear
Your sweet celestial charms,
they have wounded quite my brain
Your skin's far whiter than the swan swims
o'er yon purling stream
You are tall, genteel and handsome,
you are modest, mild and free
And as the lodestone varies,
you draw the heart from me
The reason my love slights me
is because that I am poor
But I have what's allowed for me,
and I can ask no more
She thinks she comes of noble birth,
me of a mean degree
But I am come of Adam's race, my dear,
as well as thee
Don't place your mind on riches, love,
nor no such wordly store
Just think on Alexander,
and you will love me the more
When he had conquered the whole world,
he sat down and wept full sore
Because there was but one world,
and he could gain no more
I will travel to Mount Hareb
where Noah's ark does stand
From there until Mount Albereen
where Moses viewed the land
And I never will quit roving
while I can wear a shoe
But like a wounded lover, my dear,
I will mourn for you
'Til this sorrowful lamentation
to her true love she gave ear
She took him in her arms
and embraced him as her dear
So now they have got married,
the truth I will unfold
And her father has bestowed
on them five hundred pounds in gold
