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The name she gave was caroline |
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The daughter of a miner |
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And her ways were free and it seemed to me |
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The sunshine walked beside her |
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She come from spencer 'coss the hill |
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She said her pa had sent her |
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'cause the coal was low and soon the snow |
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Would tuwn the skies to winter |
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Well she said she'd come to look for work |
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She was not seeking favors |
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For a dime a day and a place to stay |
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She'd turn those hands to labor |
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The times were hard lord the jobs were few |
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All through tecumseh valley |
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But she asked around and a job she found |
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Tending bar for gypsy sally |
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She saved enough to get back home |
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When spring replaced the winter |
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But her dreams were denied her pa had died |
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The word came down from spencer |
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She turned to whorin' out on the streets |
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With all the lust inside her |
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It was many a man returned again |
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To lay himself beside her |
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Well they found her down beneath the stairs |
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That led to gypsy sally's |
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In her hand when she died |
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Was a note that cried |
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Fare thee well tecumseh valley |
