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2.1 married a girl, a pretty little wife; I loved her better than I loved my life; Her manners were so neat and gay; She caused me to rob on the road highway.
3.1 robbed them all, I do declare;
I robbed them of all they had to spare. I robbed them of all ten thousand pounds One night when I was a-rambling around.
4.1 had dry goods to carry me through, A bright new sword and a pistol too, A forty-four that never did fail, When my true love come to go my bail.
5. My true love sits in deep despair,
Her bright blue eyes and her curly hair; She was the prettiest thing I ever did see, When I was condemned to the gallows tree.
6. The rose is red and the stem is green; Days have passed that we've never seen; The days that are left, they may be few, But I hope to spend them all with you.
7. I'll take a chair and I'll sit down;
I'll write a letter to old Frankfort town; In every word I'll write the truth, And I'll beg the Lord to turn me loose.
8.1 wish to the Lord that the train would come And take me back to what I've run from; I thought I heard the old train blow; Farewell, dear friends, I'm bound to go. |
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