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BOUNTY JUMPER'S LAMENT In my prison cell I stand, thinking of you, Mary Ann And the gay old times we've had in days before When my sock was lined with tin, and I thought it was no sin For to jump a bounty every week or more cho: Tramp, tramp, tramp, the guard is coming Even now I hear them at my door So goodbye, my Mary Ann, you must do the best you can For I'll never jump a bounty any more. Oh the gay old days and nights, that we passed in fond delights When my pockets they were brimming full of cash And with oysters, cake and wine, we had such a bully time But I'm satisfied in dreaming now of hash Oh, goodbye, my Mary Ann, I am now an altered man And I'm going away from you I love so well Tell the boys to all "look out," and to mind what they're about Or the provost guard will get them sure as you're born To the tune of Tramp, Tramp, Tramp... @war @American @Civil @jail filename[ BOUNTYJ TUNE FILE: TRMPTRMP CLICK TO PLAY BB oct97 |
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