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American Ballads and Folk Songs
"O Gawd, forgive my husband dear,"
Th' dyin' woman said. "Although he has been unkind to me,
An' his children has cried for bread."
In just one year I passed that way, The hearse stood by the door,
I ask the cause, an' they toP me That th' drunkard was no more.
I seen th3 funeral a-passin5 by, No wife nor children there,
For they had gone on long before An' left this world of care.