| There was a wealthy old farmer
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| Lived in the country nearby
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| Well, he had a handsome daughter
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| On whom I cast my eye
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| Whom I cast my eye
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| Oh, I asked if it made any difference
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| If I crossed over the plains
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| Like why’d she be true to me
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| If I returned again
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| I returned again
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| She said that she’d be true to me
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| Til death doth proved unkind
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| So we kissed, shook hands and parted
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| And I left my girl behind
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| Left my girl behind
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| (Guitar solo)
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| (Accordion solo)
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| So I headed for old Missouri
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| Kind faces for to see
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| There was one Miss Molly Walker
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| Fell deep in love with me
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| Fell deep in love with me
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| She said your pockets shall be lined with gold
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| Your working days will be o’er
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| If you’ll consent to marry me
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| And swear you’ll roam no more
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| Swear you’ll roam no more
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| Well, if I consent to marry you
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| I’m sure I’ll be to blame
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| For the girl I left behind
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| Would laugh at me for shame
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| Laugh at me for shame
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| (Violin solo and end) |