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Mourn, Saylan, mourn oh! Mourn, Saylan, mourn; I come to town to see you hang, hang, you mus' be hang. |
An' the gal cry to her sister an' brother an' lover, an' they give her answer:—
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Sister, you bring me some silver? No, my child, I bring you none. Brother, you bring me some gold? No, my child, I bring you none. Lover, you bring me some silver? Yes, my dear, I bring you some. Lover, you bring me some gold? Yes, my dear, I bring you some. I come to town to see you save, save you mus' be saved. |
An' the lover bring a buggy an' carry her off an' save her life at last.
An' the mumma say:—"You never better, tuffa."
Jack Mantora me no choose any.