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The Range Riders
Your wife she will scold you, and the children will
cry, It will make those fair faces look withered and dry.
You can scarcely step aside, boys, to speak to a
friend But your wife is at your elbow saying what do you
mean. With her nose turned upon you it will look like sad
news,— I advise you by experience that life to refuse.
Come fill up your bottles, boys, , drink Bourbon
around; Here is luck to the single wherever they are found. Here is luck to the single and I wish them success, Likewise to the married ones, I wish them no less.
I have one more request to make, boys, before we part.
Never place your affection on a charming sweetheart.
She is dancing before you your affections to gain;
Just turn your back on them with scorn and disdain. |
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