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When GI was D7just a Glad of ten, my Gfather D7said to Gme,
"Come Ghere and Dtake a Clesson from the Am7lovely Dlemon Gtree.
G7Don't Cput your Bbfaith in Clove my boy," my father Bbsaid to Cme.
"I Ab7fear you'll find that Clove is Amlike the Dmlovely G7lemon Ctree."

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C7Lemon Ftree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is C7sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to Feat.
Lemon Bbtree, Fvery pretty, Bband the Flemon Bbflower is Gm7sweet,
C7But the Gm7fruit C7of the poor lemon is imCpossible to Feat.

One Gday beDneath the Glemon tree my Glove and DI did Glie.
A Ggirl so Dsweet that Cwhen she Dsmiled the Cstars rose Din the Gsky.
We Cpassed that Gsummer Flost in Clove beCneath the Glemon Ctree.
The Cmusic Gof her Flaughter Ghid my Ffather's Gwords from Cme.



One Gday she Dleft withGout a word, she Gtook aDway the Gsun.
And Gin the Ddark she Cleft beDhind, I Cknew what Dshe had Gdone.
She Cleft me Gfor aCnother, it's a Ccommon Gtale but Ctrue.
A Csadder Gman but Fwiser Gnow, I Fsing these Gwords to Cyou.