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If I were a carpenter |
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And you were a lady, |
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Would you marry me anyway? |
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Would you have my baby? |
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If a tinker were my trade |
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Would you still find me, |
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Carrin' the pots I made, |
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Followin' behind me. |
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Save my love through loneliness, |
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Save my love for sorrow, |
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I'm given you my onliness, |
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Come give your tomorrow. |
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If I worked my hands in wood, |
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Would you still love me? |
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Answer me babe, "Yes I would, |
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I'll put you above me." |
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If I were a miller |
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At a mill wheel grinding, |
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Would you miss your color box, |
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And your soft shoe shining? |
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If I were a carpenter |
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And you were a lady, |
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Would you marry me anyway? |
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Would you have my baby? |
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Would you marry anyway? |
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Would you have my baby? |
