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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Mary Black

Leaboy's Lassie

 

Leaboy's Lassie

(album: By The Time It Gets Dark - 1987)


First when I came to the town
They called me young and bonny
Now they've changed my name
Called me the Leaboy's honey

I'll dye my petticoats red
And I'll face them with a yellow
I'll tell the dyester lads
That the Leaboy's I've to follow

It's over hills and dales
And over dykes and ditches
Say will I like the lad
Who wears the moleskin breeches

The black horse draws the cart
And he's as proud as any
Say will I like the lad
That drives them on so canny

Feather beds are fine
And painted rooms are bonny
But I would leave them all
To jog away with Johnny

Oh, for Saturday night
It's I that'll see my dearie
He'll come whistling in
When I am tired and weary

First when I came to the town
They called me proud and saucy
Now they've changed my name
Called me the Leaboy's lassie

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