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Scarcely three weeks after, and she was called to go,
And her last request was to be laid by her lover, young Monroe.
Come all you brave shanty-boys, I'd have you call and see Two green graves by the river side where grows the hemlock tree; The shanty-boys cut off the wood where lay those lovers low— Tis the handsome Clara Clark and her true love, brave Monroe.
BUNG YER EYE*
I am a jolly shanty-boy, As you will soon discover} To all the dodges I am fly, A hustling pine-woods rover. A peavy hook it is my pride, An ax I well can hlkndlej To fell a tree or punch a bull, Get rattling Danny Randall.
Bung yer eye: bung yer eye.
I love a girl in Saginaw,
She lives with her mother j
I defy all Michigan,
To find such another.
She's tall and fat, her hair is red,
Her face is plump and pretty;
She's my daisy Sunday best-day girl,
And her front name stands for Kitty.
Bung yer eye: bung yer eye.
I took her to a dance one night, A mossback gave the bidding, Silver Jack bossed the shebang,
•Words sent by Stewart Edward White in 1909.
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