| Chorus:
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| Jane, Jane, Jane, mark my bonnie Jane as sweet as sugar in the cane,
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| don’t be ashame.
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| Jane cannot see. |
| She’s as blind as she can be, but the prettiest girl in all
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| the world to me.
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| Jane, Jane, Jane, with the pretty, pretty face, dressed in rags she still looks
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| like a queen.
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| Jane, Jane, Jane, she should be in silk and lace, the prettiest girl that you
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| have ever seen.
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| (Chorus)
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| Jane, Jane, Jane, she has no mom or dad. |
| She’s all alone but still she is not
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| sad.
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| The wild birds sing a song, her little dog tags along. |
| To hear her laughter
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| makes my poor heart glad.
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| (Chorus)
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| I know Jane is sweet by the sounding of her feet. |
| I see her beauty when she
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| speaks to me.
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| If she could see me now, my love to her I’d vow but I couldn’t love her more if I could see.
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| (Chorus)
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| But I couldn’t love her more if I could see. |
| (Repeat) |