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DINK’S SONG

If I had wings, like Noah’s dove,
I’d fly up the river to the man I love.
Fare thee well, O Honey, fare thee well.

The man I love, he’s long and tall,
And he rolls his body like a cannon ball.
Fare thee well, O Honey, fare thee well.

One o’ these days, and it won’t be long,
You’ll call my name and I’ll be gone.
Fare thee well, O Honey, fare thee well.

Remember one night, in a drizzlin’ rain,
‘Round my heart I felt a pain.
Fare thee well, O Honey, fare thee well.

When I wore my apron low,
Couldn’t keep you from my do’.
Fare thee well, O Honey, fare thee well.

Now I wear my apron high,
Scarcely ever see you passin’ by.
Fare thee well, O Honey, fare thee well.

Now my apron’s up to my chin,
You pass my do’ and you won’t come in.
Fare thee well, O Honey, fare thee well.

If I had listened to what my mama said,
I’d be at home in my mama’s bed.
Fare thee well, O Honey, fare thee well.

Traditional American



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