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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
I come from Old Missouri, It's all the way from Pike. I'll tell you how I came here, And how I came to roam, And leave my good old mammy, So far away from home.
There was a gal in our town, Her name was Sally Black; I asked her for to marry me, She said it was a whack. Says she to me, "Joe Bowers, Before we hitch for life You ought to have a little home . To keep your little wife."
Says I to her, "Dear Sally! All for your own dear sake, I'm off to California To try to raise a stake." Says she to me, " Joe Bowers, You are the man to win, Here's a kiss to bind the bargain," And she threw a dozen in.
When I got to this country I hadn't nary red. I had such wolfish feelings, I almost wished I'as dead. But when I thought of Sally |
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