Song
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In a field cloaked in white, purple, and green, a doe follows an enchanting song. She presses forward, determined to find the source, her hooves beating a path through the sweet, lulling brush. Even as the foliage grows thicker and more menacing the more she goes on, the sound of that song keeps pulling her along.
This I must say, dilly dilly, and it is true.
You must love me, dilly dilly, 'cause I love you.
Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so?
T'was my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so.
Call up your men, dilly dilly, send them to work.
Some to the plough, dilly dilly, some to the hoe.
Some to make hay, dilly dilly, some to cut corn,
While you and I, dilly dilly, keep ourselves warm.
Close we will live, dilly dilly, and when we die.
Both in one grave, dilly dilly, close we will lie.
If I die first, dilly dilly, and that may be.
You will live on, dilly dilly, thinking of me.
Lavender's Blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green.
When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen.
Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so?
T'was my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so.