| She dressed herself in men’s attire
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| And so gaily she was dressed
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| A’thinking to meet her own true love, the one that she loved best
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| But when he saw her a’coming
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| He cried out, «who is there?
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| It is my eldest brother, a’thinkin to meet my dear
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| But how soon will I deceive him, for his butcher I will be
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| He shall not live to enjoy my love nor yet to bother me"
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| He fired right at him as he thought
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| Which caused his loved one to fall
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| And in her tender bosom he lodged a fatal ball
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| «I fall, I fall, I fall», said she
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| «I fall unto the ground
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| Oh, Jimmie, cruel Jimmie
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| You have gave me my death wound
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| Come look at the crimson tide, that from my heart does flow
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| Oh Jimmie, cruel Jimmie
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| How could you use me so?»
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| And when he saw what he had done
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| He tore his lovin' hair
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| Another loaded pistol for himself he did repair
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| «I shall die for the love of Mary, I shall die for the life of thee!»
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| Come all bold lads and bold lassies
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| Be aware of jealousy |