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No one will wear my silver ring |
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Poor little turtle dove |
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sitting up in pine, |
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Mourning for your own true love, |
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Why not me for mine, |
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why not, why not me for mine? |
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I've got hogs in the pen |
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and corn to feed them up, |
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All I want is someone who will |
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feed them when I'm dead and gone, |
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feed them when I'm dead and gone. |
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'Cause I'm not gonna marry in the fall |
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And I'm not gonna marry in the spring |
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I'll never marry - marry at all |
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No one will wear my silver ring |
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Wear my silver ring, boy |
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I'm not gonna marry in the fall |
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And I'm not gonna marry in the spring |
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I'll never marry - marry at all |
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No one will wear my silver ring |
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Wear my silver ring, boy |
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Poor little turtle dove |
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sitting up in pine, |
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Mourning for your own true love, |
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Why not me for mine? |
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why not me for mine? |
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So I went up to this mountain |
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to give my horn a blow, |
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All the boys in the valley said, |
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'Yonder comes my beau, |
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Oh, yonder comes my beau.' |
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But I'm not gonna marry in the fall |
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And I'm not gonna marry in the spring |
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I will never marry - marry at all |
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No one will wear my silver ring |
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I'm not gonna marry in the fall |
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And I'm not gonna marry in the spring |
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I will never marry - marry at all |
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No one will wear my silver ring |
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wear my silver ring, no one |
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Poor little turtle dove |
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sitting up in pine |
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Mourning for your own true love, |
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Why not me for mine? |
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All I want is someone who'll feed them |
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when I'm dead and gone |
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When I'm dead and gone, now |
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I will never marry - marry at all |
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No one will wear my silver sing |
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Feed them when I'm dead, |
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feed them when I'm dead, |
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Feed them when I'm dead and and gone |
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I will never marry - marry at all |
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No one will wear my silver ring. |
