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I saddled me a wounded priest Rode him wet through this August heat I took me a German bride All empty and bloody inside
In the dark I heard a thief He stole my money and my grief In the morning I wanted to die The doctor cut me the lawyer lied
Stop yer waiting and just go Don't be saying what you don't know For the lowlands I am bound Where my pale bride will be found
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