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Love Henry |
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''get down, get down, love henry,'' she cried. |
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''and stay all night with me. |
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I have gold chains, and the finest i have |
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I'll apply them all to thee.'' |
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''i can't get down and i shan't get down, |
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Or stay all night with thee. |
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Some pretty little girl in cornersville |
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I love far better than thee.'' |
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he layed his head on a pillow of down. |
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Kisses she gave him three. |
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With a penny knife that she held in her hand |
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She murdered mortal he. |
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''get well, get well, love henry, '' she cried, |
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''get well, get well,'' said she. |
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''oh don't you see my own heart's blood |
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Come flowin' down so free?'' |
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she took him by his long yellow hair, |
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And also by his feet. |
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She plunged him into well water, where |
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It runs both cold and deep. |
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''lie there, lie there, love henry,'' she cried, |
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''til the flesh rots off your bones. |
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Some pretty little girl in cornersville |
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Will mourn for your return.'' |
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''hush up, hush up, my parrot,'' she cried, |
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''and light on my right knee. |
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The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold |
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And hung on a willow tree.'' |
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''fly down, fly down,'' she cried, |
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''and light on my right knee. |
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The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold |
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And hung on a willow tree.'' |
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''i won't fly down, i can't fly down |
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And light on your right knee. |
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A girl who would murder her own true love |
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Would kill a little birdlike me.'' |