| I was born in East Virginia
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| North Carolina I did go
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| There I courted a fair young maiden
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| But her age I did not know
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| Oh her hair was dark and curly
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| And her cheeks were rosy red
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| On her breast she wore a lily
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| Where I longed to lay my head
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| I don’t want your green back dollar
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| I don’t want your watch and chain
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| All I want is you my darling
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| Say you’ll take me back again
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| The ocean’s deep and I can’t wade it
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| And I have no wings to fly
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| I’ll just get some blue-eyed boatman
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| For to row me o’er the tide
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| I’ll go back to East Virginia
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| North Carolina ain’t my home
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| I’ll go back to East Virginia
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| Leave old North Carolina alone
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| I’ll go back to East Virginia
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| North Carolina ain’t my home
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| I’ll go back to East Virginia
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| Leave old North Carolina alone |