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34 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
5 Sister did scream with all her might, But I did not help her plight.
6 Out oŁ the well they dragged her then, And laid her on the lawn.
7 In the black hearse we carried her then, And buried her on the hill.
8 Peter and I were wed one day, And oh, what people did sayl
9 Sorrow and pain were in my heart, Sharp as an arrow could be.
io Peter then left for foreign parts, And I'll die oŁ a broken heart. |
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