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ROOT HOG OR DIE
W HEN I was a young man I lived on the square, I never had any pocket change and I hardly thought it fair; So out on the crosses I went to rob and to steal, And when I met a peddler oh, how happy I did feel.
One morning, one morning, one morning in May I seen a man a-coming, a little bit far away; I seen a man a-coming, come riding up to me " Come here, come here, young fellow, I'm after you to-day."
He taken me to the new jail, he taken me to the new
jail, And I had to walk right in. There all.my friends went back on me And also my kin.
I had an old rich uncle, who lived in the West, He heard of my misfortune, it wouldn't let him rest; He came to see me, he paid my bills and score,— I have been a bad boy, I'll do so no more.
There's Minnie and Alice and Lucy likewise, They heard of my misfortune brought tears to their eyes.