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When it's time from work to go |
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And in my boat I row |
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Cross the muddy Ohio |
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When the evening light is falling |
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And I looked towards Floyd's Knobs |
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Where the afterglories glow |
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And I dream on two bright eyes |
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With a merry mouth below |
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She's my beauteous Catarina |
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She's my joy and sorrow too |
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Though I know she is untrue |
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Ah but I cannot live without her |
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For my heart's a boat in tow |
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And I'd give the world to know |
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If she means to let me go |
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As I sing the whole day through |
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Catarina your lovely hair |
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Has more beauty I declare |
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Than all the tresses there |
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From Smoketown to Oldham County |
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Be they black, red, gold or brown |
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Let them hang to lenghts below |
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They mean not as much to me |
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As a melting flake of snow |
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And her dance is like the gleam |
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Of the sunlight on the stream |
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And the screeching bluejays seem |
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To form her name when screaming |
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But my heart is full of woe |
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For last night she made me go |
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And the tears begin to flow |
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As I sing the whole day through |
