It's was the dirty end of winter |
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Along the loom of the land |
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When I walked with sweet Sally |
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And the wind it bit bitter |
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With no shoes on his feet |
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Along the loom of the land |
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From the lower at Saint Mary's |
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Was all blessed and bright |
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And Sally breathed softly |
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Your little head upon my shoulder |
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Past the rumbling station |
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We found an untrodden path |
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Breathing milky white air |
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Your little head upon my shoulder |
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I'll never bring you harm |
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That it shone gold in the winter |
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Along the loom of the land |
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Your little head upon my shoulder |
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