Nhạc sĩ: Traditional
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Come all you sweet and fair young maids, who flourish in your brain.
Be sure and keep your garden clean, let no man take your time.
My time it is a-blowin', I cannot plant anew.
And in the place where my time stood, it's all caught up in me.
In June comes in a primrose flower, but that is not for me.
I will call on my primrose flower, and plant a willow tree.
Oh, willow green, with sorrows mixed among, to tell to all.
This wide, wide world I love of all's young men.
