| Never had much to say
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| He traveled alone with no friends
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| Like a shadowy ghost
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| At dawn he came and he went
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| Through the woodland swiftly gliding
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| To the young maid he came riding
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| Where she’d run to meet him
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| By the garden wall
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| Oh my sweet Miguel
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| I will never tell
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| No one will ever know
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| What I know too well
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| And he’d smile and lay his head on her breast
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| And he’d say I have no fear
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| They’re waiting for me to cross the border, to swim the river
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| But I’ve done that before
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| To see my true love’s smiling face
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| A hundred times or more
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| Oh my sweet Miguel she cried
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| I’ll love you till I die
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| He was born to the south
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| In Mexico they say
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| The child of a man
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| Who had soon gone away
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| But his mother loved him dearly
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| And she would take him yearly
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| To the great cathedral in St. Augustine
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| Oh my young Miguel
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| Listen to the bell
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| Of my poverty
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| You must never tell
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| And he cried himself to sleep in the night
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| And he vowed to make things right
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| So he took the gun down from the wall and he paid a call
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| He knew she’d understand
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| A lawman came to capture him
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| The gun jumped in his hand
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| Oh Miguel the mother cried
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| You must run son or you’ll die
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| So the story is told
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| Of his true love 'cross the line
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| As strong as the oak
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| And as sweet as the vine
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| And the child she bore him
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| Came on that fateful mornin'
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| When they sent him to his final rest
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| Oh my sweet Miguel
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| Listen to the bell
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| No one will ever know
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| What I know too well
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| And she’d smile and lay the child on her breast
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| And she’d say I have no fear
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| I’m waiting for you to cross the border, to swim the river
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| 'Cause you’ve done that before
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| To see your true love’s smiling face
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| A hundred times or more
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| Oh my sweet Miguel she cried
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| I’ll love you till I die |