| Was in the year of '92
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| In the merry month of June
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| I left my mother and a home so dear
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| For the girl I loved on the green-briar shore
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| My mother dear, she came to me
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| And said, «Oh, son, don’t go
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| Don’t leave your mother and a home so dear
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| To trust a girl on the green-briar shore»
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| But I was young and reckless, too
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| And I craved a reckless life
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| I left my mother with a broken heart
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| And I choose d that girl to be my wife
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| Her hair was dark and curly, too
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| And her loving eyes were blue
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| Her cheeks were like the red red rose
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| The girl I loved on the green briar shore
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| The years rolled on and the months rolled by
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| She left me all alone
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| Now I remember what mother said
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| «Never trust a girl on the green briar shore» |