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The Wagoner's Lad
9 I will drive on to Georgia, Write you my mind ; My mind is to marry, love, And leave you behind.
10 Your parents is against me, Mine is the same.
If I'm down on your book, love, Please rub off my name.
11 I go upon old Smokey On the mountain so high,
Where the wild birds and the turtle doves Can hear my sad cries.
12 As soon as the dewdrops Grow on the green grass. Last night she was with me, But to-night she is gone.
2 So early next morning I did arise,
A crossing deep waters with tears in my eyes. Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay, So come and stand by me so long you do stay
3 My horses are not hungry, they won't eat your dry hay, So fare you well, loving Nancy, I have no time to stay. Your horse is to saddle, your wagon's to grease, Come sit you down by me before you do leave.