| Poor little turtle dove
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| sitting up in pine,
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| Mourning for your own true love,
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| Why not me for mine,
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| why not, why not me for mine?
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| I’ve got hogs in the pen
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| and corn to feed them up,
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| All I want is someone who will
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| feed them when I’m dead and gone,
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| feed them when I’m dead and gone.
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| 'Cause I’m not gonna marry in the fall
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| And I’m not gonna marry in the spring
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| I’ll never marry — marry at all
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| No one will wear my silver ring
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| Wear my silver ring, boy
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| I’m not gonna marry in the fall
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| And I’m not gonna marry in the spring
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| I’ll never marry — marry at all
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| No one will wear my silver ring
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| Wear my silver ring, boy
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| Poor little turtle dove
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| sitting up in pine,
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| Mourning for your own true love,
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| Why not me for mine?
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| why not me for mine?
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| So I went up to this mountain
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| to give my horn a blow,
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| All the boys in the valley said,
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| «Yonder comes my beau,
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| Oh, yonder comes my beau.»
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| But I’m not gonna marry in the fall
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| And I’m not gonna marry in the spring
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| I will never marry — marry at all
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| No one will wear my silver ring
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| I’m not gonna marry in the fall
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| And I’m not gonna marry in the spring
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| I will never marry — marry at all
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| No one will wear my silver ring (wear my silver ring, no one)
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| Poor little turtle dove
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| sitting up in pine
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| Mourning for your own true love,
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| Why not me for mine?
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| All I want is someone who’ll feed them when I’m dead and gone
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| When I’m dead and gone, now
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| I will never marry — marry at all
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| No one will wear my silver sing
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| Feed them when I’m dead, feed them when I’m dead,
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| Feed them when I’m dead and and gone
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| I will never marry — marry at all
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| No one will wear my silver ring. |