The lonsome Dove.
Oh dont you see that lonsome dove.
That flys from pine to pine.
Its morning for its own true love.
And why not mourn for mine my true love?
And why not mourn for mine?
Do you remember the day that you gave me your heart?
And vowed to me that if ever you marrid I should be your girl.
But now you have broken all those vows just marry who you please,
While this pore aching heart most dead.
You are living at your ease my love.
You are living at your ease.
You slighted me once you slighted me twice.
You will never slight me any more.
Though you slighted me for another girl.
and now you may take her and go my love.
Oh darling darling do hush up.
I hate to here you cry.
For the best of friends they have to part.
An d so do you and I my love and so do you and I.
Look up look down this lonsomeroad.
Hang down your head and cry.
Ill fly to the east Ill fly to the west.
Ill will fly in the arms of the one I lovebest.
Mrs. Alice Cook.
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