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American Ballads and Folk Songs |
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And think it quite right, and so do I— And it's hard, hard times.
And there's a young widow, coquettish and shy, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eyej But when she gets married she'll cut quite a dash, She'll give him the reins and she'll handle the cash-And it's hard, hard times.
And there's the young lady I like to have missed, And I believe to my soul she'd like to be kissed. She'll tell you she loves you with all pretense And ask you to call again some time hence— And it's hard, hard times.
ON MEESH-E-GAN* |
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