| Long long ago in old Wyoming lived a maid
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| Fair as the sweetest flower bloomin' in the shade
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| She loved a bandit bold who roamed the prairie o’er
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| And every night she’d listen for his call
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| Then far the west his voice came ringing ridin' wild horse he came singing
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| Hee li oli yip ioli ay
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| Hee li oli yip ioli yip ay oli ya he brings a token of his love
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| Swift as the wind he goes for high as the hills he knows she’s waiting
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| For his hee li oli yip ioli ay
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| One day he rode away but never to return
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| Danger was waitin' now his love must never yearn
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| Long days and lonely nights she waited all in vain
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| Till winter passed and summer came again
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| Still every night when the moon came shining for his song her heart was pining
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| Hee li oli yip ioli ay
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| Hee li oli yip ioli…
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| One night an angel brought a message from her love
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| Told her he waited in the starry sky above
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| Softly she closed her eyes and bade the angel go
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| And then the whole world echoed to his song
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| For straight down a moonbeam he came ridin' out of the sky on a winged horse
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| glidin' Hee li oli yip ioli ay
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| Hee li oli yip ioli…
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| Hee li oli yip ioli ay hee li oli yip ioli ay singin' hee li oli yip ioli ay |