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Little Satchel

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Little Satchel

Little Satchel

Under my bed you can set your little satchel
And on my head come lay your little hand
If you will be my own true lover
And I will be your loving little man

Run to the house and ask your papa
A bride of mine you'll ever be
If he says come back and tell me
And I'll wait till you get free

When you get free well then we'll get married
Look how happy we will be
Oh we'll go to California
Any place you want to go

I wish I was a little angel
And over these prison walls I would fly
Fly on back to the arms of my darling
Stay at home and there I will die

As you can see I'm no little angel
Neither have I wings to fly
I'll go back all broken hearted
Weep and moan until I die

Under my bed you can set your little satchel
And on my head come lay your little hand
If you will be my own true lover
And I will be your loving little man
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