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2 No money, no money, To natter the case, We'll go and get married, It will be no digrace.
3 Come jump up behind me And away we will ride To yonder fair city;
I will make you my bride.
4 She jumped up behind him And away they did go
To the banks of deep waters Where they never overflow.
5 O Omie, O Omie,
I will tell you my mind; My mind is to drown you And leave you behind.
6 O pity 1 O pity 1 Pray spare me my life, And I will deny you And not be your wife.
7 No pity, no pity, No pity have I;
In yonder deep water Your body shall lie.
8 He kicked her and stomped her, He threw her in the deep;
He jumped on his pony And rode at full speed.