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19 NIX MY DOLLY FALLS FAKE AWAY

In a box of the stade jug I was born, Of a humpin widow the kid forlorn, Fake away My noble father, as I've had say

Nix my dolly palls fake away, Nix my dolly palls, fake away, Nix my dolly palls, fake away, Nix my dolly palls, fake away. The knucks in quoad did my schoolmen play, And put me up to the time of day, Fake away. No dummy hunter had folks so fly, No knuckler so deftly could take a sly; Nix my dolly palls, fake away, &c. But my nu lady, one fine day, To the beaks' did her gentleman betray, Fake away, And thus was I bowl'd out at last, And into the jug for a lag was caht; Nix my dolly palls, fake away, &c.

But I slipt my darbin's one morn in May, And give to the dobaman a holy day, Fake away. And here I am, pall, merry and free, A regular rollocking romany, Nix my dolly palls take away, &c.

Ull a lo la o Eyes a dark as winter night, Lips as red as berry bright, When first I did her wooing go, She said, "Now does he foolish, No ? U ll a li o la e, Courtin down in Tennessee, U li a li o la n, 'Neath the wild Banana tree.