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From there comes a flock of peacocks
Song
1. From there, from there comes a flock of peacocks,
It landed, it landed on my baby's window,
Come here, boys, let's drive the peacock away,
Don't let it break, don't let it break the rosemary branch.
2. If I go in, if I go into the pub to drink,
There I see my dove crying.
You gypsies, from evening to morning,
From beer, from wine, from the kiss of a beautiful girl, my sorrow will go away.
It landed, it landed on my baby's window,
Come here, boys, let's drive the peacock away,
Don't let it break, don't let it break the rosemary branch.
2. If I go in, if I go into the pub to drink,
There I see my dove crying.
You gypsies, from evening to morning,
From beer, from wine, from the kiss of a beautiful girl, my sorrow will go away.