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5 Me house it resembles a big doctors shop With bottles and bottles and bottles on top? And then in the morning when the kettle does bile HI swear it be singing of cod liver ile. (Chorus,) |
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TOM BOLYN
/. No. 1438. Eliza Pace, Hyden, Ky., 1937. Other stanzas from Fl.i, p. 177. See also Sh3 2:202 j for exhaustive discussion, Ga.i, 2115 Be, p. 501. |
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1 Tom Bolyn was Scotchman born.
His shoes wore out and his stockings were torn. The calf of his leg come down to his shin. "I'm a hell of a fellow," says Tom Bolyn.
2 Tom Bolyn had no boots to wear,
He bought him a goatskin to make him a pair, The woolly side out and the skinny side in. "Cool in the summer," says Tom Bolyn.
3 Tom Bolyn bought him an old gray mare, Her sides was sore, her feets was bare; Away he went through thick and thin. "Pm going a-courting," says Tom Bolyn.
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