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Belle Isle

trad. / Bob Dylan: Self Portrait (1970)

One evening for pleasure I rambled to view the fair fields all alone.
Down by the banks of Loch Eiron where beauty and pleasure were known.
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I spied a fair maid at her labour which caused me to stay for a while.
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And I thought of a goddess of beauty bloomin bright star of bright isle.
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I humbled myself to her beauty "Fair maiden, where do you be-long?
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Are you from heaven descended abiding in cupids fair throne?"
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"Young man, I will tell you a secret It's true I'm a maid that is poor.
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And to part from my vows and my promise Is more than my heart can endure.
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Therefore I remain at my service And go through all my hardship and toil
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And wait for the lad that has left me All alone on the banks of belle isle".
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"Young maiden I wish not to banter It's true I come here in disguise.
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I came here to fulfill our last promise And hope to give you a surprise.
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I've known you're a maid I love dearly And you've been in my heart all the while.
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For me there is no other damsel Than my bloomin bright star of belle isle".

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