| Girl with hair of flaming red
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| Seeking perfect lover
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| For to lie down on her feather bed
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| Soul secrets to uncover
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| (Verse)
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| Must be gentile, must be strong
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| With disposition sunny
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| Just as faithful as the day is long
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| And careful with his money
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| (Verse)
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| And so the open letter read
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| The news boy did deliver
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| Three months later plans were made to wed
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| Down by the King James river
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| (Chorus 1)
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| Know the season may come
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| Know the season may go
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| When love is joined together
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| With whoever be made whole
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| When the master calls the roll
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| (Verse)
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| Oh my darling will you leave?
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| Take me to the altar
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| I don’t have strength to watch you as you leave
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| But my love will never fault her
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| (Verse)
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| Oh my darling Marry Anne
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| The march to war is calling
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| Somewhere far across these southern lands
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| The bands of brothers falling
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| (Verse)
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| My tender bride, the tides demand
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| That I leave you with your mother
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| With my father’s riffle in one hand
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| Your locket in the other
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| (Chorus 2)
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| Know the season may come
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| Know the season may go
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| Beware the storm clouds gather
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| Take heat in warm of soul
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| When the master calls the roll
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| (Verse)
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| But can this union be preserved?
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| The soldier boy was crying
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| I will never travel back to her
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| But not for lack of trying
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| (Verse)
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| It’s a love of one true heart at last
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| That made the boy a hero
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| But a riffle ball and a cannon blast
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| Cut him down to zero
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| (Verse)
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| Oh Virginia once I came
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| I’ll see you when I’m younger
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| And I’ll know you by your hills again
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| This town from 6 feet under
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| (Chorus 3)
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| Know the season may come
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| Know the season may go
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| A man is torn asunder
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| But someday we may know
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| When the master calls the roll
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| (Verse)
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| Though the storm clouds gather
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| Let the union be made whole
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| When the master calls the roll |