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On the Trail of Love
She's been out here a-teachin' this winter
now that's past, An' I hears that she's a-tellin' that it's jes'
about her last— That she's goin' to quit the schoolroom an'
goin' home to stay— An' somehow I'm jes' hatin' fer to see her go
away. Fer us fellers think that schoolmarm is an
angel; yes, we do— A little blue-eyed angel, yet a woman thro'
an' thro'; An' she treats us all so kindly, jes' the same
'most ev'ry day, That somehow I'm jes' hatin' fer to see her
go away. She hain't never give me reasons fer to think
I'd have a show To win her, but I'm honest when I say I like
her so That I dread her time fer goin', count ev'ry
passin' day, 'Cause I'm hatin', jes' a-hatin', fer to see her
go away. Well, her term is 'bout completed an', say,
I don't think I Have got the nerve to greet her fer to say a
last goodby;