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Yonder comes my pretty little girl,
She's a-goin' all dressed in red.
I looked down at her pretty little feet,
I wish my wife was dead.

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Yonder comes my pretty little girl,
How do you know?
I know her by her bright apron strings
Hangin' down so low.

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O, I've gambled in the wildwoods,
I've gambled in the Lane;
I've gambled in the wildwoods
And I never lost a game.
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