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Oh, dere 's lots o' keer an' trouble
In dis world to swaller down;
An' ol' Sorrer 's purty lively
In her way o' gittin' roun'.
Yet dere 's time when I furgit 'em,—
Aches an' pains an' troubles all,—
An' it 's when I tek at ebenin'
My ol' banjo f'om de wall.
In dis world to swaller down;
An' ol' Sorrer 's purty lively
In her way o' gittin' roun'.
Yet dere 's time when I furgit 'em,—
Aches an' pains an' troubles all,—
An' it 's when I tek at ebenin'
My ol' banjo f'om de wall.
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