It’s fly around my pretty little miss, Fly around I say. Fly around my little Betty Ann, Girl I’m a-going away. 
You slighted me all last Saturday night And all the night before. If I live ’til next Saturday night You’ll slight me no more. 
Sixteen hundred miles away from home, The chickens are crowing for day. Me in the bed with another man’s wife, I’d better be a-getting away. 
There’s an old train a-coming, love, She’s a-giving the station blow. Said, ’Give me a hand, my little Betty Ann, Girl I’m bound to go.’ 
You slighted me all last Saturday night And all the night before. If I live ’til next Saturday night You’ll slight me no more. 
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