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No. 58 |
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The Dear Companion |
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2 Just go and leave me if you wish to, It will never trouble me,
For in your heart you love another And in my grave I'd rather die.
3 Last night while you were sweetly sleeping Dreaming of some sweet repose,
While me a poor girl broken, broken hearted, Listen to the wind that blows.
4 When I see your babe a-laughing
It makes me think of your sweet face, But when I* see your babe a-crying It makes me think of my disgrace. |
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