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She went upstairs to make her bed |
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And not a word to her mother said |
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Her mother, she went upstairs too said |
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"Daughter, oh daughter, what's troubling you?"Oh mother, I cannot tell |
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That railroad boy that I love so well |
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He courted me, my life away |
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And now at home will no longer stayThere's a place in London town |
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Where the railroad boy goes and sits down |
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Takes a strange girl on his knee |
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Says things to her he won't say to meHer father, he came home from work, said |
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"Where's my daughter, what's troubling her?" |
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He went upstairs to give her hope |
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Found her hanging by a ropeHe took his knife, cut her down |
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And on her bosom these words were found |
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Oh dig my grave both wide and deep, place |
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A marble stone at my head and feetAnd on my breast place a white snow dove |
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Won't you tell the world that I died for love |
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To tell the world I died of love |
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Tell the world that I died for love |
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Wont you tell the world that I died for love |
