| I was born in East Virginia
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| North Carolina I did go
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| There I met the fairest maiden
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| Her name and age I did not know
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| I don’t want the greenback dollar
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| I don’t want the big silver chain
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| All I want is your love darling
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| Won’t you please come back again
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| Last night I seen you walking
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| With another by your side
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| And I thought I heard you tell him
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| That soon you’d be his bride
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| Well her hair was dark in color
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| And her cheeks were rosy red
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| On her breast she wore a white lily
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| Where I longed to lay my head
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| I rather be in some dark hollow
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| Where the sun refused to shine
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| Than to see you with another
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| When you promised to be mine |