"Farewell My Lilly Dear"

I's guine to roam de wide world
 In lands
O'er ground I've nebber hoed
Wid nothing but my banjo
 To cheer me on de road
For when I'm sad and weary
 I'll make de banjo play
To mind me ob my true lub
 When I am far away

But not the  that
For nothing  sooner kills them sooner
 Than a little  and

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INDIAN