| Come on my friends. |
| Through out the land.
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| Take this, advice from me.
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| Quit your drinkin', that old brandy.
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| Don’t live like Frank Dupree.
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| Frank he was captured, and he went to trial.
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| The judge said, you’ll never be free.
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| You’ll be hung on the gallows tree.
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| Mother and father, won’t you come here.
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| Come see the last, of your son.
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| Do you see what the ramblin and drinkin the rum.
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| And the spoiled life has done.
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| Lookin at my mother, these words she said to me.
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| Oh son. |
| Oh son, what have you done.
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| That you’ve be hung on the gallows tree.
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| Well I’ve courted many girls
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| With a dark and rollin eyes.
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| I ask my love, for to marry me.
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| And no was her reply.
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| We walked along quite easily.
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| From the hills we came on down.
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| I stabbed her with my little thin knife.
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| And she fell off on the ground.
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| So listen to, these words I say.
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| Don’t let, yourself become.
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| A lover, of this dreadful life.
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| And a drinker of the rum. |