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In 1795

In 1795

 Well I come into this country in 1795
 Considered myself lucky to even be alive
 Walked into the dooryard and knocked upon the door
 The girl there said: (Come on you, boy?)
 Don't you ramble no more.

 Well I took this girl and married her made the girl my wife,
 Considered myself luckier than ever in my life.
 The love that grew between us made the sun, the moon to shine
 And the stars sang a banjo tune
 When she said that she'd be mine.

From The Older I Get, Art Thieme

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