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Chorus Fly around my pretty little miss Fly around my daisy Fly around my pretty little miss You almost drive me crazy 
 The higher up on the cherry tree The riper grows the cherries The more you hug and kiss the girls The sooner they will marry. Chorus. 
 Coffee grows on white oak trees The river flows with brandy If I had my pretty little miss I���d feed her sugar candy 
 Going to get some weevily wheat I���m going to get some barley Going to get some weevily wheat And bake a cake for Charlie 
 16 horses in my team The leader he is blind I’m going down that rocky road To see that gal of mine. 
 How’d you make you living now? Susan-anna gal Drinking whiskey and playing cards Susan-anna gal 
 I’m going to the Western Country Leavin you behind I’m going to the Western Country Leavin you behind 
 I wish I was in the Western Country Settin in a big armchair One arm around my whiskey jug The other round my dear 
 I went up on the mountain top and I gave my horn a blow Thought I heard my darling say Yonder comes my beau 
 Once I had a pretty little gal, I brought her from the South; Feet as big as Running Boards, And she would not shut her mouth 

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 Don’t Ever Marry a Old Man, I’ll tell you the reason why Spits his old tobacco juice And never zips his fly 
 Cheeks as red as a blooming rose, Eyes of the prettiest brown, I’m goin’ to see my pretty little miss, Before the sun goes down. 
 When I was in the field at work, I sat down and cried, Studyin’ ’bout my blue-eyed girl, I thought to God I’d died. 
 There’s a ring that’s on my true love’s hand, It shines as bright as gold, I’m goin’ to see my pretty little miss, Even if it rains or snows. 
 Fare you well my blue-eyed girl, Fare you well my darlin’, Fare you well my blue eyed girl, I’m going back to Harlan. 
 Her head was like a coffee pot Her nose was like a spout Her mouth was like a fireplace With the ashes all raked out. 16 Up and down Sycamore Ridge Runnin’ through the weeds, Lookin’ for that pretty little girl That wears them silver beads. 17 Goin’ down to Georgie, From there to New Orleans, Lookin’ for my pretty little girl, I hope I find her, please. 

18 If you see that girl of mine, I wish that you would tell her To be true to her soldier boy And have no other feller. 19 Goin’ back to see that girl, Well, I hope that she won’t mind me, Then I’ll stop and stay all day With the girl I left behind me. 
 If you see that gal of mine, Tell her if you can, Before she goes to make up dough, To wash her dirty (nasty) hands. 
 How old are you my pretty little miss How old are you my honey? If I don’t die of a broken heart I’ll be sixteen next Sunday 
 Will you marry me, my pretty little miss 

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Will you marry me, good lookin’? I’ll marry you, but I won’t do Your washin’ or your cookin’! 
 Blue-eyed gal won’t marry me Brown-eyed gal won’t have me; If I can’t have the gal I want Single I will tarry. 
 Possum up in a ’simmon tree Raccoon on the ground; Possum up in a ’simmon tree Shakin’ ’simmons down. file from: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 

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