| The name she gave was Caroline
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| Daughter of a miner
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| And her ways were free and it seemed to me
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| The sunshine walked beside her
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| She came to Spencer 'cross the hill
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| She said her Pa had sent her
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| 'Cause the coal was low and soon the snow
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| Would turn the skies to winter
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| She said she’d come to look for work
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| She was not seeking favors
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| But for a dime a day and a place to stay
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| She’d turn those hands to labor
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| But the times were hard, Lord, the jobs were few
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| All through Tecumseh Valley
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| But she asked around and a job she found
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| Tending bar for Gypsy Sally
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| She saved enough to get back home
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| When spring replaced the winter
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| But her dreams were denied, her pa had died
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| The word come down from Spencer
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| So she turned to whorin' out on the streets
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| With all the lust inside her
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| And it was many a man returned again
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| To lay himself beside her
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| They found her down beneath the stairs
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| That led to Gypsy Sally’s
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| And in her hand when she died
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| Was a note that cried
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| «Fare thee well, Tecumseh Valley.»
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| Repeat first verse |