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If you're travelin' the north country fair, |
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Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, |
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Remember me to one who lives there, |
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For she once was a true love of mine. |
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If you go when snowflakes storm, |
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When the rivers freeze and summer ends, |
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Please see she has a coat so warm, |
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To keep her from the howling winds. |
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Please see if her hair hangs long, |
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It rolls and flows all down her breast, |
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Please see for me if her hair's hangin' down, |
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For that's the way I remember her best. |
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I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all, |
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Many times I've often prayed, |
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In the darkness of my night, |
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In the brightness of my of my day. |
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So if your'e travelin' the north country fair, |
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Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, |
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Remember me to one who lives there, |
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For she once was a true love of mine. |
