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I was [D]born in East Virginia, to North Caro[G]lina I did [D]go,
there I [G]spied a fair young [D]lady, and her [A]age-[A7] I did not [D]know.
Her hair was dark in color, her cheeks were rosy red,
on her breast she wore white lilies, where I longed to lay my head.
Oh, at my heart you are my darlin', at my door you're welcome in,
at my gate I'll always meet you, for you're the girl I tried to win.
I'd rather be in some dark holler, where the sun refuse to shine,
than for you to be another man's darlin',and to know you'll never be mine.