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American Ballads and Folk Songs
The Barbourville jail. Barbourville jail, love, Barbourville jail. And back it in care of The Barbourville jail.
EVERY NIGHT WHEN THE SUN GOES IN* |
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Every night when the sun goes in, (3)
I hang down my head and mournful cry.
True love, don't weep, true love, don't mourn, True love, don't weep, true love, don't mourn, True love, don't weep nor mourn for me, I'm going away to Marble town.
I wish to the Lord that train would come, (3) To take me back where I come from. True love, don't weep, etc.
♦Words and melody reprinted from the second volume of English Folksongs of the Southern Appalachians, collected by Cecil Sharp, edited by Maud Karpeles, by permission of the Oxford University Press.
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