When I go a-courtin’ I’ll go on the train When I go to marry I’ll marry Liza Jane 
Chorus Hey, miss Liza, po’ little gal Hey, miss Liza Jane Hey, miss Liza, po’ little gal She died upon the train 
The hardest work I ever did Was a-brakin’ on a train The easiest work I ever did Was a-huggin’ Liza Jane 
When I went to see her She wrung her hands and cried She swore I was the ugliest thing That ever lived or died 
I ask little Liza to marry me What do you reckon she said Said she would not marry me If everybody else was dead 
You can climb the cherry tree And I will climb the rose How I love that pretty little gal God almighty knows 
I went to see miss Liza She’s a-bendin’ o’er the tub And the more I asked her to marry me The harder she did scrub 
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