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My young man wears a frown |
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With his eyes all closed and his head bowed down, |
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My young man never sleeps. |
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The rain it falls upon his back |
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The dust before his eyes is black, |
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Oft the times, oft the times my young man weeps. |
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My young man wears a coat, |
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Once, long ago, a bonnie coat |
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Which my young man wore with pride. |
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Now I dress the coat all on his back, |
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For love for him I will not lack, |
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But to see it now, that collier's coat, I can't abide. |
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My young man, where's he gone? |
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Once in his eyes my whole world shone |
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Now my young man he looks away. |
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Man and wife we used to be |
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Now he's like a child upon my knee |
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And in my arms I help my young man through the day. |
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A young girl no more am I |
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But I shall not weep and I will not cry, |
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For my young man needs me still. |
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If someone's watching up above |
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You'll see how much my dear I love, |
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So leave him here, I need him now and always will. |
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Oh if someone's watching up above |
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You'll see how much my dear I love, |
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And If he must go, let your best angels keep him well |
