| Once upon a time there lived a lady young and fair
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| Raven hair and rosy cheeks and no one to compare
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| Daughter of a noble man in a little town
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| And her name was Nora Lee, and it was spoken all around
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| It’s told that she was courted by two men of different kin
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| One of them a shoemaker that made boots of lizard skin
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| The other was the sheriff in this little town
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| And he swore he’d marry her or else he’d put her in the ground
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| One night the moon was brightly shining in the sky
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| She went to see the shoemaker and with him she did lie
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| «You are my own true love» she whispered soft and low
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| But they’d been spied upon that night, and soon the sheriff he would know
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| Then came a cold and dark night and the wind was blowin' free
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| The sheriff and his men they tied poor Nora to a tree
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| Full of wickedness they stole her maidenhead
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| Then they stabbed her with a knife ‘till they were sure she was dead
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| Her body it was found the next day on the banks below
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| The news was heard and many hearts were filled with grief and woe
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| «The guilty one will soon be hung» the sheriff he did claim
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| And he called upon his men, the shoemaker to blame
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| The scaffold it was built and all the people gathered round
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| Just to watch that poor boy taken to his hangin' ground
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| The rope was tied around his neck for everyone to see
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| And as the hangman pulled the rope, then he would meet his Nora Lee |