There was a young man in his prime

Rich and fair

Rich and fair with golden hair

The fairest Prince in all the land

And all the ladies sought his hand

For they all saw

That no one wore his clothes so well

And all could tell

That he danced well

And rode his horse

And he was very rich of course

And handsome as the day is long

And Ta ra la he sang his song

And played his lyre

While girls conspire to be his bride

Everywhere

For he was very rich and fair

With golden hair

And one fine day

In the month of May

This rich young man in all his pride

With his best friend by his side

Fell off his horse

And died.

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