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Dem wi’ ondly try fe rob
All de good you mighta hab;
An’ ’fo’ you can count de cost,
You wi’ find you’se’f lost, lost.
Will you leave me, heartless Dan,
For a risky to’n woman?
When I’m burdened do’n wid woe,
Will you leave me, leave me so?
