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38 The Play-Party in Indiana. |
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Dem Golden Slippers. |
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Ah, Goodby, children, I have for to go, Where the rain don't fall nor the wind don't blow, So your ulster coat you will not need, When you ride up to the chariot in the mornin'. But your golden slippers must be nice and clean, And your age must be just sweet sixteen, Your white kid gloves you will not need, When you ride up to the chariot in the inorniif. |
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