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C OME all you young companions And listen unto me, I'll tell you a story Of some bad company.
I was born in Pennsylvania Among the beautiful hills And the memory of my childhood Is warm within me still.
I did not like my fireside, I did not like my home; I had in view far rambling, So far away did roam.
I had a feeble mother, She oft would plead with me; And the last word she gave me Was to pray to God in need.
I had two loving sisters, As fair as fair could be, And oft beside me kneeling They oft would plead with me.
I bid adieu to loved ones, To my home I bid farewell, 81