| I dreamed a dream the other night
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| Lowlands away, lowlands away, my John
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| I dreamed I saw my own true love
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| Lowlands away, lowlands away, my John
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| Sailing on an angry sea, in the fog of my sleep he came to me
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| From my lowlands away, my lowlands away, my John
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| He is gone to Mobile Bay
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| Lowlands away, lowlands away, my John
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| Working for a dollar and a half a day
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| Lowlands away, lowlands away, my John
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| He is gone to New Orleans to spit in the eye of a hurricane
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| From my lowlands away, my lowlands away
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| My lowlands away, lowlands away, my John
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| I cut off all my long black hair
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| While my lowlands away, my lowlands away, my lowlands away
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| No other man will think me fair
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| Lowlands away, lowlands away, my John
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| I dreamed a dream the other night
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| I dreamed I saw my own true love
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| But my lowlands away, my lowlands away, my lowlands away
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| My lowlands away, my lowlands away, my lowlands away
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| But my lowlands away, my lowlands away
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| My lowlands away, lowlands away, my John |