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1. On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
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and the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
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down in the hollow where the waters run cold
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it was there I first listened to the lies that you told.
2. Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
the past I remember time cannot erase
the letter you wrote me it was written in shame
and I know that your conscience still echoes my name.
3. Now the night are so long Lord sorrow runs deep
and nothing is worse than a night without sleep
I will walk out alone and look at the sky
too empty to sing too lonesome to cry.
4. If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies wore thrushes
I did lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
if the ladies were squirrels with high bushy tails
I did fill up my gun with rock salt and nails.
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