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She'd slip away each day with the dimming light |
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And with the sweetest smile she'd kiss the child goodnight |
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At the mill she'd work her fingers till they were raw |
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For the sake of her son and the daddy he never saw |
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Mary danced with soldiers |
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She stepped a light quadrille |
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Shawl across her shoulders |
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To keep away the chill, to keep away the chill |
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It was a rebel boy who brought her joy they say |
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Though the years had passed the memories stood fast each day |
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Before a bullet crushed the life of their romance |
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He gave her a shawl and a parasol from France |
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Mary danced with soldiers |
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She stepped a light quadrille |
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Shawl across her shoulders |
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To keep away the chill, to keep away the chill |
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They came around to the tavern in town that night |
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And with silent cries Mary never tried to fight |
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They cut her hair and left her body torn |
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Her spirit slipped away before the dawn |
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Mary danced with soldiers |
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But now her body's still |
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Shawl across her shoulders |
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To keep away the chill |
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Mary danced with soldiers |
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She stepped a light quadrille |
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Shawl across her shoulders |
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To keep away the chill, to keep away the chill |
