I wouldn’t have a
farmer who shovels
in the dirt but give
me Jack the Sailor
who wears the ruffled
shirt, and I am left
alone and I am left
alone.
v. 2_
She hurried to the
Taylor’s shop she
dressed in man
serene she hurried to
the town for to convey
her self away, and I
am left alone and I
am left alone.
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