On a fair morning, as I came by the way,
Met I with a merry maid in the merry month of May,
When a sweet love sings his lovely lay,
And every bird upon the bush bechirps it up so gay.
With a heave and ho! with a heave and ho!
Thy wife shall be thy master, I trow.
Sing care away, care away, let the world go!
Hey, lustily, all in a row, all in a row,
Sing care away, care away, let the world go!
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7/10
_Errors_
None that seem apparent to me but it isn't like the guy could come back and fix it.
_Overview_
I think the rhyme breaks at the end.
_Opinion_
I like the piece, I think the break in rhyme ruined the rhythm but, other than that - a lovely piece.
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