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The Parting
Sky’s a-waxin’ grey,
Got to be a-goin’;
Gittin’ on my way,
Where? I ain’t a-knowin’.
Fellers, no more jokes,
Fun an’ frisky greetin’
So long, all you folks,
Been nice our meetin’.
Sky’s a-growin’ dark,
Have to be a-startin’.
Feeble is the spark,
Pitiful the partin’.
Family an’ all,
Thanks for joy I owe you;
Gotta take my call;
Been sweet to know you.
Sky’s a-mighty black,
Close my heart’s to breakin’.
Lonesome is the track
I must now be takin’.
Lordy, be You nigh,
Now’s my time to prove you. . .
Life, good-bye, good-bye,
Been grand to love you!
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