| I will not wear the willow
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| Though my love is gone
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| There’s a cool corner of the pillow
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| I will lay my head on
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| I will lay my head on
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| I will not grieve in sorrow
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| For what has come to pass
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| Turn my thoughts to tomorrow
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| I will not cast the glass
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| Will not cast the glass
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| I will not tremble
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| With the women in black
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| He’s gone to the devil
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| He won’t be coming back
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| Some say he took the shilling
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| Some say he took to the sea
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| Some said there was a killing
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| And the killer was he
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| The killer was he
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| I will not wear the willow
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| Will not lower my eyes
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| Though it’s not on my pillow
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| I know where he lies
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| I know where he lies
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| I will not tremble
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| With the women in black
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| He’s gone to the devil
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| He won’t be coming back |