English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	The Broken Token
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	2 You're not a man of noble honour, You're not the man that I took you to be, You're not a man of noble honour, Or you would not impose on a poor girl like me. 3 I have a true love in the army ; He has been gone just seven years long; And seven years more I'll wait upon him; No man on earth shall enjoy me. 4 Perhaps he's in some watercourse drownded, Perhaps he's in some battle-field slain, Perhaps he's stole some fair girl and married; If that's the case, you'll never see him again. 5 Perhaps he's in some watercourse drownded, Perhaps he's in some battle-field slain, Perhaps he's stole some fair girl and married; I'll love the girl that married him. 6 He pulled his hands all out of his pockets And rings and diamonds two or three ; He pulled out a ring that she had given him. She saw and fell down at his feet. 7 He picked her up and did embrace her, And kisses gave her two or three, Saying : This is your poor single soldier Just returned to marry thee. 282