| In Tarry-town there did dwell
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| A handsome youth I knew so well
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| He courted me my life away,
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| And now with me he will no longer stay
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| Wide and deep my grave will be
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| With the wild goose grasses growing over me
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| Wide and deep my grave will be
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| With the wild goose grasses growing over me
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| Oh once I wore my apron low
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| He’s follow me through ice and snow
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| Now that I wear my apron high
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| You walk right down the street and pass me by
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| Wide and deep my grave will be
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| With the wild goose grasses growing over me
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| Wide and deep my grave will be
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| With the wild goose grasses growing over me
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| There is an inn in Tarrytown
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| Where my love goes and sits him down
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| He takes another on his knee
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| For she has golden lashes more than me
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| Wide and deep my grave will be
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| With the wild goose grasses growing over me
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| Wide and deep my grave will be
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| With the wild goose grasses growing over me |