MCoM.C.l C.l .. Pbayr ler Mrs. Goldie Gardner
The leaves they a l l may wither, love,
The branches may go dry,
But s t i l l I love you, darlin' dear,
And will until I die.
Oh, darling, y o u ' v e done me wrong, I say,
For you've now gone back on me,
There's something on your finger, love,
That shines to me like gold,
There's secrets in my true love's heart
That's never yet been told.
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