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I wish to the Lord I'd never been born
Or died when I was young.
I never would've seen your two brown eyes
Or heard your flatterin' tongue.
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I truly understand that you love another man
And your heart shall no longer be mine.
I truly understand that you love another man
And your heart shall no longer be mine.
Now who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot?
And who's gonna glove your hand?
Who's gonna be your own true love
When I'm in the foreign land, my love?
When I'm in the foreign land?
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Poppa's gonna shoe my pretty little foot,
Momma's gonna glove my hand.
And you'll still be my own true love
When you're in the foreign land, my love.
When you're in the foreign land.
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I'll never listen what a woman says,
Tho' her hair be black or brown.
I'd rather be on the top of some hill
With the rain a-pourin' down, my love.
With the rain a-pourin' down.
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