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SHE SAID THE SAME TO ME T'was in the month of August, or the middle of July, One evening I went walking, a fair maiden I did spy; She was mournin' for her true love, who was in Amerikee, Agh, divil a word I said to her, and she said the same to me! From American Songbag, Sandburg @Irish filename[ SAIDSAME TUNE FILE: SAIDSAME CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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