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I Come From Salem City trad: Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com melody is of "Stephen Foster's "Oh Suzanna" G D7 G G A7 D7 G D7 G Chorus G A7 D7 G
And every time I though of home I wished it wasn't me The vessel reared like any horse, that had of oats a wealth I found it wouldn't throw me so I thought I'd throw myself
I thought that I would cry a bit, but couldn't find a tear The pilot bread was in my mouth, the gold dust in my eye Although I'm going far away Oh! brothers don't you cry
and when I see the gold lumps there, I'll pick them off the ground I'll scrape the rivers clean my boys, I'll drain the rivers dry A pocket full of rock bring home so brother's don't you cry Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com |
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