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American Ballads and Folk Songs
When I go a-courtin', I'll go on the train* When I go to many, I'll marry Liza Jane.
Chorus:
O Law', Liza, po' gal, O Law5, Liza Jane, O Law', Liza, po' gal, She died on the train.
The hardest work I ever did Was a-brakin' on a train j The easiest work I ever did Was a-huggin5 Liza Jane.
When I went to see her,
She met me at the door;
Her shoes and stockings in her hand,
And her feet all over the floor.
When I went to see her, She wrung her hands and cried} She swore I was the ugliest thing That ever lived or died.
I ask little Liza to marry me— What do you reckon she said? Said she would not marry me, If everybody else was dead.
Coin* up the mountain To raise a patch of cane, To make a barrel of sorghum To sweeten up Liza Jane.
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