| My young man wears a frown
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| With his eyes all closed and his head bowed down,
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| My young man never sleeps.
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| The rain it falls upon his back
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| The dust before his eyes is black,
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| Oft the times, oft the times my young man weeps.
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| My young man wears a coat,
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| Once, long ago, a bonnie coat
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| Which my young man wore with pride.
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| Now I dress the coat all on his back,
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| For love for him I will not lack,
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| But to see it now, that collier’s coat, I can’t abide.
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| My young man, where’s he gone?
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| Once in his eyes my whole world shone
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| Now my young man he looks away.
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| Man and wife we used to be Now he’s like a child upon my knee
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| And in my arms I help my young man through the day.
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| A young girl no more am I But I shall not weep and I will not cry,
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| For my young man needs me still.
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| If someone’s watching up above
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| You’ll see how much my dear I love,
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| So leave him here, I need him now and always will.
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| Oh if someone’s watching up above
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| You’ll see how much my dear I love,
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| And If he must go, let your best angels keep him well |