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Me I'm just a poor boy, from across the far southland |
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And I've traveled many days to reach this place to mke my stand |
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I fell in with a merry band, and drank away the hours |
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Rollin' on, I've been rollin' on |
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And my head is high, from the battle won |
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Laid down my life for the Greenwood |
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The city boys, and the country boys, they come from miles around |
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To defy their king and country, save the poor folks from the hand |
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Of the thieving dukes and abbotts, and the gentry of the land |
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Rollin' on, I've been rollin' on |
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And my head is high, from the battle won |
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Laid down my life for the Greenwood |
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Sweet Maid Marion, don't you do me no wrong |
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Stay on the right side, the Greenwood is your home |
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The dancing girls and the open fires, the wine that flows like water |
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Rollin' on, I've been rollin' on |
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And my head is high, from the battle won |
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Laid down my life for the Greenwood |
