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Seven Long Years Seven long years I've been bound to my trade In one more I'll be free, I belong to that jovial crew, And no one cares for me. I'll romp and I'll rove, and I'll call for my bode They may all say what they will; Resolved that I am, just as long as I can for to drink good liquor still I have a good old father at home, And I've cost him many a pound, And now to make amends for this, I'll travel the whole world round. I have a good old mother at home, I've caused her a many a tear, And now to make amends for this, I'll travel far and near. I have a good little sister at home, And she gave me a good piece of advice, Said for me to stay with my kind old parents And to marry me a pretty little wife. I have a good little sweetheart at home, She gave me a broad piece of gold; It'll neither buy me a house nor a home, Nor save my soul from hell; It'll only buy me a full flowing bowl, That the ladies may drink their fill. From English Folk Songs in the Southern Appalachians, Sharp Collected from Mrs. Moore, GA 1929 RG
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