| You love me, you say, and I think you do,
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| But I know so many who don’t,
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| How can I say I’ll be true to you,
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| When I know very well that I won’t?
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| I have journeyed long and my goal is far,
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| I love, but I cannot bide,
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| For as sure as rises the morning star,
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| With the break of day I’ll ride.
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| I was doomed to ruin or doomed to mar
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| The home wherever I stay,
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| But I’ll think of you as the morning star
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| And they call me Break o' Day.
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| They well might have named me the Fall o' Night,
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| For drear is the track I mark,
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| But I love fair girls and I love the light,
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| For I and my tribe were dark.
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| You may love me dear, for a day and night,
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| You may cast your life aside;
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| But as sure as the morning star shines bright
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| With the break of day I’ll ride.
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| There was never a lover so proud and kind,
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| There was never a friend so true;
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| But the song of my life I have left behind
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| In the heart of a girl like you.
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| There was never so deep or cruel a wrong
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| In the land that is far away,
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| There was never so bitter a broken heart
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| That rode at the break of day.
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| God bless you, dear, with your red-gold hair
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| And your pitying eyes of grey,
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| Oh! |
| my heart forbids that a star so fair
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| Should be marred by the Break o' Day.
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| Live on, my girl, as the girl you are,
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| Be a good and a true man’s bride,
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| For as sure as beckons the evening star
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| With the fall o' night I’ll ride.
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| I was born to ruin or born to mar
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| The home wherever I light.
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| Oh! |
| I wish that you were the Evening Star
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| And that I were the Fall o' Night.
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| And that I were the Fall o' Night.
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| And that I were the Fall o' Night |