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Down by the river that flows by the coal yard's stand |
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Wooden houses with shutters torn down |
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There lives a girl everybody calls Patches |
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Patches my darling of old Shantytown |
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We planned to marry when June brought the summer |
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I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride |
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Now I don't see how that ever can happen |
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My folks say no and my heart breaks inside |
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Patches oh what can I do? |
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I swear, I'll always love you |
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But a girl from that place would just bring me disgrace |
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So my folks won't let me love you |
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Each night I cry as I think of that Shanty and pretty patches |
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There watching the door |
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She doesn't know that I can't come to see her |
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Patches must think that I love her no more |
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I hear a neighbor telling my father |
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He says, a girl name of Patches was found floating face down |
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In that dirty old river that flows by the coal yards |
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In old Shantytown |
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Patches oh what can I do? |
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I swear, I'll always love you |
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It may not be right but I'll join you tonight |
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Patches I'm coming to you |
