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By The Weavers, The cuckoo is a pretty bird, she sings as she
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By The Weavers, On a Monday I was arrested
On a Tuesday I was
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By The Weavers, Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
That
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By The Weavers, I was born in East Virginia
North Carolina, I did go
There
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By The Weavers, Here I sit on Buttermilk hill
Who can play me, cry
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By The Weavers, Me father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light
And corded
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By The Weavers, We are almost down to the shore
Peter, Peter on the
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By The Weavers, As I was out riding one morning for pleasure
I spied
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By The Weavers, Wish I was in bowling greens
Sitting in my chair
When I'm
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By The Weavers, I've got a home in that rock, don't you see?
I've
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By The Weavers, Well, when I'm on my journey don't you weep after
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By The Weavers, Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl,
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By The Weavers, We will rally round the flag, boys, rally once again
Shouting
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By The Weavers, Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on
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By The Weavers, I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield
Down by the
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By The Weavers, The keeper did a hunting go
Under his cloak he carried
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By The Weavers, Train time man, train time, train time
I'm a depot man,
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By The Weavers, Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed when I die?
Who's
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By The Weavers, Three gates to the north and three in the south
There's
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By The Weavers, My Lord, what a morning
My Lord, what a morning
My Lord,
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By The Weavers, I woke up this mornin' with my mind
My mind, it
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By The Weavers, You made me a pallet on the floor
Oh, yes, you
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By The Weavers, I came home the other night as drunk as I