I was born in East Virginia North Carolina I did go. There I spied a fair young lady And her age I did not know. 
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Her hair was dark in color, Her cheeks were rosy red. Upon her breast she wore white lilies, Where I longed to lay my head. 
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Oh, at my heart you are my darlin’ At my door you’re welcome in, At my gate I’ll always meet you For you’re the girl I tried to win. 
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I’d rather be in some dark holler Where the sun refuse to shine Than for you to be another man’s darlin’ And to know you’ll never be mine. 
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