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Well I wish that I was in London
Or some other seaport town. Set my foot in a steamboat And sail the ocean round Sailing round the ocean Sailing round the sea. I'd think of Handsome Molly Wherever she may be Well I saw her at church last Sunday She passed me on by I knew her mind was changing By the roving of her eye Now do you remember Molly When you give me your right hand Said if you ever married I'd be your man Now you've broke your promise Go marry whom you please My heart is broken 'till I get some ease Well I wish that I was in London Or some other seaport town Set my foot in a steamboat And sail the ocean round |
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| 3:04 | ||||
I was born in East Virginia
North Carolina I did go There I courted a fair young maiden But her age I did not know Oh her hair was dark and curly And her cheeks were rosy red On her breast she wore a lilly Where I longed to lay my head Molly dear, go ask your mother If you my bride might ever be If she says no, come back and tell me And I'll run away with thee No I'll not go ask my mother Where she lies on her bed of rest In her hand she holds a dagger To kill the man that I love best The ocean's deep and I can't wade it And I have no wings to fly I'll just get some blue-eyed boatman For to row me o'er the tide I'll go back to East Virginia North Carolina ain't my home I'll go back to East Virginia Leave old North Carolina alone I don't want your green back dollar I don't want your watch and chain All I want is you my darling Say you'll take me back again For you know I'd like to see you At my door you're welcome in At my gate I'll always greet you For you're the girl I tried to win |
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| 4:56 | ||||
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| 2:42 | ||||
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| 3:17 | ||||
Come all you tenderhearted
Your attention I will call I'll tell you how it started Come listen one and all Last Wednesday, there was a light Seen shining on the hills A mother and her daughter might While everything was still She went into a neighbor's Some hundred yards away She sat down and talked with them But she did not mean to see Don't stay to long dear mother there For we'll be lonesome here I'll give some ... she said Then I'll return again But when she started home again Her house was in flames She cried "Oh Lord, my babies are gone and I'm the one to blame" She cried "Alas, how sad they sleep Wrapped up in the red hot flame" She bursted all asunder then And the flames rolled over her head Their little bones lay on the ground They both lay face to face Each other did entwine Each other did embrace ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RALPH STANLEY Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC |
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| 2:14 | ||||
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| 2:49 | ||||
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| 0:55 | ||||
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| 2:30 | ||||
Coming down from Tennessee riding on the line
Thinking about the girl of mine couldn't keep from crying Honey babe I'm bound to ride Don't you want to go Riding on a streetcar looking o'er the town Eating saltine crackers ten cents a pound Working on a railroad saving all I can Looking for that woman ain't got no man If I die a railroad man bury me under the ties So I can see old number nine as she goes rolling by See that train a coming round the bend Goodbye my little darling I'm on my way again |
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| 3:34 | ||||
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| 1:44 | ||||
Not too many miles from here
In a town that I love dear There's a lady that's got me on a string She's the worst you ever saw She nearly broke my jaw She made me carry my left arm in a sling. She's my darlin, my daisy She's knock-kneed, she's lazy Humpbacked, box-ankled and she's lame Oh, her nose is like a cork, She's the terror of New York My long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane. Oh Jane, my good old Jane, Won't you come back to yer bonehead once again Oh, they say she's mighty nice but her armpits smell like spice She's my long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane. Oh she promised to meet me in stockyard 17 Down at the stockyards, just three miles out of town Our pigsfeet, and pigs ear, and tough old Texas steer And sell all the steaks for 14 cents a pound She's my darlin, my daisy, she's my peaches ---- Humpbacked, bowlegged and she's lame For they say her teeth are false, for they rattle when she walks She's my long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane. Oh Jane, my good old Jane, Won't you come back to yer bonehead once again Oh, they say her breath is sweet but I'd rather smell her feet She's my long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RALPH STANLEY <i>Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC</i> |
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| 0:51 | ||||
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| 2:50 | ||||
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| 1:17 | ||||
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| 1:36 | ||||
Little birdie, little birdie
Come sing to me a song A short time to stay here And a long time to be gone I'd rather be in some dark holler Where the sun don't never shine Than to see you (?) And to know you'll never be mine Little birdie, little birdie What makes you fly so high It's because my own true lover Is waiting in the sky Little birdie, little birdie Come sing to me a song A short time to stay here (note 1) And a long time to be gone ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WADE MAINER <i>Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC</i> |
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| 3:11 | ||||
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| 1:49 | ||||
Look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track Hey, look a-yonder comin' Comin' down that railroad track It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Hey talk about a-ramblin' She's the fastest train on the line Talk about a-travellin' She's the fastest train on the line It's that Orange Blossom Special Rollin' down the seaboard line |
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| 2:23 | ||||
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| 1:56 | ||||
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| 1:52 | ||||
Come pretty young girls give me your attention
To these few lines I've tried to write About a man who I won't mention Who courted of his charming bride And when her parents came to know him They tried so hard both day and night To separate here and her own true lover Her and her own true hearts delight She turned her back upon the city She viewed the fields and meadows round She came upon a broad river And in the shade of a tree sat down Her true love being not far behind He heard her make a mournful sound And looking on her lifeless body As she lay cold upon the ground He then took out his silver weapon He pierced it through his tender heart Sayin let this be a dreadful warning For all true lovers that have to part |