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I was born and raised in East Virginia |
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North Carolina I did go |
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There I met a pretty young maiden |
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Her name and age I do not know |
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Her hair it was of a light brown color |
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Lips they were a ruby red |
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And on her breast she wore white lilies |
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Where I long to lay my head |
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I'd rather be in some dark holler |
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Where the sun won't ever shine |
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Than to see you wed another |
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Girl you know you'd never be mine |
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I was born and raised in East Virginia |
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North Carolina I did go |
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There I met a pretty young maiden |
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Her name and age I do not know |
