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you leave me so, my Dan,

Can you leave you’ little Fan

’Ter all o’ me lub fe you?—

An’ my heart is still true, true.

Can you leave me, leave me so,

Full me heart wid grief an’ woe,

Leave me to a bitter fate,

When I’m in dis awful state?

’Member you de days gone by

When for me you said you’d die?

How you let me see you’ heart,

Vowing we could never part?

’Member you my foolish pride

When we be’n up mountain-side?

How you go do’n ’pon you’ knee,

Sayin’ you’d be true to me?

An’ I followed you away

Do’n to dis ya dreary bay;

Fool to lef’ me mudder’s home,

When she said me shouldn’ come!