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Sweetwood Aire © Sandy Rapp 1972 Oh a man came a singin’ o’ the High Countrie Wi’ a hey, ho, nonny, nonny, nonny, no; And a merry, merry man was he; All for a song was he, ho. An’ he went from town to town His sweetwood down upon his knee. There was none from all aroun’ could Match his balladry. And we’d all be a drinkin’ to the break o’ day Wi’ a hey, ho, nonny, nonny, nonny, no; He’d be a merry man upon his way. All for a song was he, ho.