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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 153 |
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I wrote a letter to my love Some comfort for to find. Instead of proving a friend to me She proved to me unkind.
And in a scornful manner said
" I hate your company, And as you have made your bed, young man,
Down on it you may lie."
There is a heaven above us all
And it proved kind to me; I broke my chains and scaled the walls,
And gained sweet liberty.
Now I am at liberty,
A solemn vow I'll take; I'll shun all evil company
For that false woman's sake. |
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YOUNG McFEE
Come all my friends and listen to me, While I relate a sad and mournful history. On this day I'll tell to thee The story of young McFee. |
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