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My Pretty Little Pink
6.1 would rather build my home On some icy hill Where the sun refuses to shine; A trusting girl is hard to find.
7. But when you find one
Just and true, Forsake not the old one For the new.
8. On the twenty-ninth of May
The prison doors flew open wide With guns and guards on ever side, And on my coffin made ride.
9. Come, welcome, death,
I will go with you; The roads are dark And lonesome too.
10. Come on, my dear,
And see me die, And meet sweet Jesus In the sky.
11. The rope is bought,
The bolt is swung, A innocent man,
You all have hung.
12. Before they thought
He was quite dead, Down came a little dove,
Hovered around his head, And they thought it was
The Saviour dear.