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I followed her into the west,
Where I had never been before;
And never did she see me as,
I stood there helplesss by the door.
Each day my resolution rose,
And every day an oath I swore;
Tonight I'd stand and be a man,
Tonight I'd knock upon her door.
And shaved and pressed and cleaned and dressed,
I'd start upon the quest once more;
But each night ended as the rest,
I could not knock upon her door.
I paced my room and cursed myself,
I swore that I would go no more;
When, as the sun was sinking low,
I heard a knocking at my door.
And standing there with food for me,
Standing there, my heart's delight!
Who said, "I thought you must be ill,
I missed you at my door tonight."
"Now you must rest and you must sleep,
Your resolution to restore;
And when these dishes you return,
Be sure to knock upon my door."
This arrangement recorded by Ryan's Fancy (Curragh's Minstrels, Rocks And Whiskey ©1971, Gunn Records; Brand New Songs ©1977, RCA Records; Sea People ©1979, Boot Records)