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Fly around my pretty little miss Fly around my honey Fly around my pretty little miss

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D

I'll see you next Sunday Higher up the cherry tree Sweeter grow the cherries The more you hug and kiss a girl Sooner she will marry Fly around my pretty little miss... Now if I had a snow white ship I'd sail away tomorrow If I had a silver sail I'd fly away from sorrow Fly around my pretty little miss... Go and get your weevily wheat Go and get your barley Go and get your weevily wheat Gonna bake a cake for Charlie Fly around my pretty little miss... Coffee grows on a white oak tree And the river flows with brandy If I had that little girl I'd feed her sugar candy Fly around my pretty little miss...

Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found? Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Her curls were all matted, he clothes scattered round Blood marked the spot where poor Ellen was found They picked up their body and off they did go To a lonesome old graveyard, I'll see her no more They picked up their rifle and hunted me down They caught me a-loafing in my little town They sent me to prison for twenty long years At night I see Ellen and cry bitter tears The warden just told me that soon I'd be free To visit her grave by that old willow tree I'm going to Winston, I'll stay there a year It's often I think of sweet Ellen so dear Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found? Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground

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C

G

I wish to the Lord I'd never been born

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Or died when I was young

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C

G

I'd never have seen your sparkling blue eyes

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D

G

Or heard your lying tongue All the good times are past and gone All the good times are o'er All the good times are past and gone Little darling, don't you weep no more Come back, come back, my own true love And stay awhile with me If ever I had a friend in this world You've been a friend to me All the good times are past and gone All the good times are o'er All the good times are past and gone Little darling, don't you weep no more Now don't you see that passenger train Coming around the bend? It'll take me away from this dirty old town Never to return again Now don't you see that lonesome dove It flies from pine to pine He's mourning for his only true love Just like I mourn for mine All the good times are past and gone All the good times are o'er All the good times are past and gone Little darling, don't you weep no more