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Our Singing Country |
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1 When first to this country a stranger I came,
I courted a fair maid, and Nancy was her name.
2 I courted her for love, her love I didn't obtain; Do you think Pve any reason or right to complain?
3 I rode to see my Nancy, the pride of my life,
I courted dearest Nancy, my own heart's true delight.
4 I rode to see my Nancy, I rode both day and night,
Till I saw a fine gray horse, both plump-looking and white.
5 The sheriff's men, they followed and overtaken me, They carted me away to the penitentiary.
6 They opened the door and then they shoved me in, They shaved my head and cleared off my chin.
7 They beat me and they banged me, they fed me on dry beans. Till I wished to my own soul I'd never been a thief.
8 With my hands in my pockets, my cap put on so bold, With my coat of many colors, like Jacob's of old.
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"Jesse James was shot while he was wiping the dust of the picture of his faithful horse. It was the first time he had ever taken his pistols off in his life} and when Ford shot him he fell with his hand on his gun, I had his life in a hook once but a couple of summers ago I lent it to a moonshiner from the South—a hell of a nice feller. Welly he had to ftyy and he never has returned it. There was another old song} tooy that went something like l Jesse James/
"He climbed the ladder, he faced the wall} And with a ball from a senet young Frazier he felly He raised his right hand ufon his left breast And then young Billy Frazier he breathed his last breath,yy |
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