| Far away on a hill to sunny mountain side
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| Many years ago we parted, my little Ruth and I
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| From the sunny mountain side
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| She clung to me and trembled when I told her we must part
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| She said, «Don't go my darling, it almost breaks my heart
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| To think of you, so far apart»
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| Carry me back to old Virginia
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| Back to my clinch mountain home
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| Carry me back to old Virginia
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| Back to my old mountain home
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| I fold my arms around her, leaned her head upon my breast
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| I told her I would wed her when I came back from the west
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| At my old clinch mountain home
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| In my hand I hold a picture of the old home far away
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| In the other one my sweetheart I’m thinking of today
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| On the sunny mountain side
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| My mother’s old and feeble, my father’s getting gray
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| I’m going back to Virginia and I expect to stay
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| At my old, clinch mountain home |