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IN 1795 Well I come into this country in 1795 Considered myself lucky to even be alive Walked into the dooryard and knocked upon the door The girl there said: (Come on you, boy?) Don't you ramble no more. Well I took this girl and married her made the girl my wife, Considered myself luckier than ever in my life. The love that grew between us made the sun, the moon to shine And the stars sang a banjo tune When she said that she'd be mine. From The Older I Get, Art Thieme filename[ IN1795 WH, AT APR99 |
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