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Get down, get down love |
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Henry, she cried |
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And stay all night with me |
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I have gold chains and the finest |
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I haveI'll apply them all to thee |
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I can't get down and |
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I won't get down |
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And stay all night with you |
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There's a pretty little girl in |
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Cornersville |
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I love far better than you |
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She layed his head on a pillow of down |
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And kisses, gave him three |
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With a penny knife, she held in her hand |
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She murdered mortal he |
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Get well, get well love |
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Henry, she cried |
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Get well, get well said she |
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Oh, don't you see my own heart's blood |
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Come flowing down so free? |
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She took him by his long yellow hair |
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And also at the knee |
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She plunged him into well water where |
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It runs both cold and deep |
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Lie there, lie there love |
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Henry, she cried |
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Till the flesh rots off your bones |
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Some pretty little girl in |
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Cornersville |
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Will mourn for your return |
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Hush up, hush up my parrot, she cried |
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Don't tell any tales on me |
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These costly beads around my neck |
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I'll apply them all to thee |
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I won't fly down and |
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I can't fly down |
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And light on your right knee |
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A girl who'd murdered her own true love |
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Would kill a little bird like me |
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Fly down, fly down oh parrot, she cried |
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And light on my right knee |
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The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold |
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And hung on a willow tree |
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I won't fly down and |
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I can't fly down |
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And light on your right knee |
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A girl who'd murdered her own true love |
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Would kill a little bird like me |
