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The Song Book 351 |
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I had not much to give her,
Yet all I had I gave ; But wealth and fortune don't belong
To one that's born a slave. A white man came with dollars,
She fled with him to dwell, And broke the vows she made to me,
Oh ! perjur'd Sarah Bell. Cheer up, Sam, &c.
Now all day while I'm working,
And hoeing up the corn, I sigh, and wish within myself
I never had been born. Perhaps she's gay and happy,
Wherever she may dwell, While my poor heart is breaking
For deceitful Sarah Bell. Cheer up Sam, &c. |
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