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The Song Book 349
Where the river runs like silver, and the birds sing so sweet, I have a cabin, Phillis, and something good to eat. Come listen to my story, it will relieve my heart, So jump into the waggon, and off we will start. Wait for the waggon, &c.
Do you believe, my Phillis dear, old Mike with all his wealth, Can make you half so happy, as I, with youth and health ? We'll have a little farm—a horse, a pig, a cow, And you shall mind the dairy while I do guide the plough. Wait for the waggon, &c.
Your lips are red as poppies, your hair so smooth and neat, All braided up with dahlias and hollyhocks so sweet; It's every Sunday morning when I am by your side, We '11 jump into the waggon, and all take a ride. Wait for the waggon, &c.
Together on life's journey we'll travel till we stop, And if we have no trouble we'll reach the happy top. Then come with me, sweet Phillis, my dear, ray lovely bride, We'll jump into the waggon and all take a ride. Wait for the waggon, &c.