Tom dooley

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Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
hang down your head and cry,
hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
poor boy, you're bound to die.

1.
Met her on the mountain,
I swore she'd be my wife,
but the gal refused me,
so I stabbed her with my knife.

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2.
This time come tomorrow,
reckon where I'll be,
in some lonesome valley,
hangin' from a white oak tree.

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