| When it’s time from work to go
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| And in my boat I row
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| 'Cross the muddy Ohio
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| When the evening light is falling
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| And I look towards Floyd’s Knobs
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| Where the afterglories flow
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| And I dream on two bright eyes
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| With a merry mouth below
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| She’s my beauteous Catarina
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| She’s my joy and sorrow too
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| Though I know she is no true
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| Oh, but I cannot live without her
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| For my heart’s a boat in tow
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| And I would give the world to know
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| If she means to let me go
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| As I sing the whole day through
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| Catarina, your lovely hair
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| Has more beauty, I declare
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| Than all the tresses there
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| From Smoketown to Oldham County
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| Be they black, red, gold or brown
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| Let them hang to lengths below
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| They mean not as much to me
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| As a melting flake of snow
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| And her dance is like the gleam
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| Of the sunlight on the stream
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| And the screeching blue jays seem
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| To form her name when screaming
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| But my heart is full of woe
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| For last night she made me go
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| And the tears begin to flow
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| As I sing the whole day through |