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LOWLANDS
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I saddled me a wounded priest
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Rode him wet through this August heat
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I took me a German bride
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all empty and bloody inside
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in the dark I heard a thief
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he stole my money and my grief
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in the morning I wanted to die
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the doctor cut me the lawyer lied
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stop yer waiting and just go
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don't be saying what you don't know
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for the lowlands I am bound
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where my pale bride will be found
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LOWLANDS
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| The Gourds |
