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"Get down, get down Love Henry," she cried |
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"And stay all night with me |
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I have gold chains, and the finest I have |
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I'll apply them all to thee." |
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"I can't get down and I shan't get down |
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Or stay all night with thee |
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Some pretty little girl in Cornersville |
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I love far better than thee." |
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He layed his head on a pillow of down |
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Kisses she gave him three |
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With a penny knife that she held in her hand |
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She murdered mortal he. |
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"Get well, get well Love 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 flowin' down so free ?" |
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She took him by his long yellow hair |
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And also by his feet |
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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 Henry," she cried |
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"'Til the flesh rots off your bones |
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Some pretty little girl in 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 no news on me |
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Or these costly beads around my neck |
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I'll apply them all to thee." |
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"Fly down, fly down pretty bird," 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, I can't fly down |
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And light on your right knee |
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A girl who would murder her own true love |
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Would kill a little bird like me." |
