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Train on the island
02:35
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Train on the island
Hear the whistle blow
Go and tell my true love
I'm sick and I can't go
Go and tell my true love
I can't hold the wheel
Train on the island
Thought I heard it squeal
Go and tell my true love
How happy I do feel
Go and tell my true love
I can't hold the wheel
Train on the island
Heading for the west
Me and my gal we fell out
Might be for the best
Go and tell my true love
I can't hold the wheel
Train on the island
Heading for the north
Go and tell my true love
She don't know what she's worth
Go and tell my true love
I can't hold the wheel
Train on the island
Hear the whistle blow
Go and tell my true love
I'm sick and I can't go
Go and tell my true love
I can't hold the wheel
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Rove Riley
03:29
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Went upon a mountain
Gave my horn a blow
Thought I heard my true love say
Yonder comes my beau
Rove Riley, rove
Rove Riley, rove
Rove Riley, poor boy
Got no where to go
Mama gave me meat
My mother gave me bread
Pretty girl gave me one sweet kiss
Likely going to kill me dead
Went upon a mountain
To sow a load of cane
Raise me a barrel of molasses
To sweeten little Liza Jane
Papa had a great big house
It's a hundred stories high
Every story in that house
Was filled with chicken pie
Possum is a pretty thing
He rambles in the dark
Only time you know he's 'round
When you hear old Ranger bark
Mama gave me one drink
My papa gave me two
I want another drink so bad
Don't know what I'll do
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Liza Jane
02:36
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Chasing the squirrel
02:37
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It's poor Ellen Smith
And it's how she was found:
She was shot through the heart
Lying cold on the ground
I brushed back my tears
When the people all said
Peter DeGraff
You have shot Ellen dead
No, I would have loved her
I'd have made her my wife
No, I loved her too dearly
To take her sweet life
They grabbed their Winchesters
They hunted me down
But I was away
In ol' Mount Airy town
They carried me to Winston
My trial there to stand
To live or to die
As the law may command
MacArthur will hang me
He will if he can
And I know if he hangs me
I'll die an innocent man
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Anna Lisberg & Brian Flanagan Dublin, Ireland
Old-time music from Dublin, Ireland. Proper sawing and plunking.
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