| I’m a heartbroken raftsman, from Greenville I came
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| All my virtue’s departed with a lass I did fain
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| From the strong darts of Cupid I’ve suffered much grief
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| And my heart’s broke asunder, I can get no relief
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| Of my trouble I’ll tell you without much delay
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| Of a sweet little lassie my heart stole away
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| She’s a blacksmith’s fair daughter from the flat river side
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| And I always intended to make her my bride
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| I work on the river where the white waters roar
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| And my name I’ve engraved on the high rocky shore
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| I’m the boy that stands happy on the dark, burling stream
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| But my thoughts were on Molly, she haunted my dream
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| I gave her fine jewels, the finest of lace
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| And the costliest muslins, her form to embrace
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| I gave her my wages all for to keep safe
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| I deprived her of nothing I had on this earth
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| While I worked on the river, I earned quite a stake
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| I was steadfast and steady, and ne’er played the rake
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| For Camp Flat and river I’m very well known
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| And they call me Jack Haggerty, the pride of the town
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| Till she wrote me a letter, which I did receive
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| And she said from her promise herself she’d relieve
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| For to wed to another she’d a long time delayed
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| And the next time I’d see her she’d no more be a maid
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| To her mother, Jane Tucker, I lay all the blame
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| For she caused her to leave and go back on my name
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| For to cast off the riggings that God was to tie
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| And to leave me a rambler 'til the day that I die
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| So come all ye bold raftsmen with hearts stout and true
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| Don’t trust to a woman 'cause you’re beat if you do
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| And if you do meet one with a dark chestnut curl
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| Remember Jack Haggerty and the Flat River girl! |