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Oh, Mary was a maiden
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When the birds began to sing
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She was sweeter than the blooming
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rose
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So early in the spring
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Her thoughts were gay and happy
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And the morning gay and fine
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For her lover was a river boy
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From the river in the pines
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Now Charlie, he got married
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To his Mary in thespring
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When the trees were budding early
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And the birds began to sing
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But early in the autumn
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When the fruit is in the wine
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I'll return to you, my darling
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From the river in the pines
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'Twas early in the morning
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In Wisconsin dreary clime
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When he ruled the fatal rocket
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For that last and feudal time
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They found his body lying
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On the Rocky shore below
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Where the silent water ripples
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And the whispering cedars blow
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Now every raft or lumber
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That's come down, the chip away
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There's a lonely grave that's
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visited by drivers on their way
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They plant the wild flowers upon it
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In the morning fair and fine
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'Tis the grave of two young lovers
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From the river in the pines
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The river in the pine
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| joan baez |
