Heard of a land held by a troubled hand
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Where the whisky runs cold
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Don't you dare go ask the newsman ‘cause he'll tell you everything
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He don't know
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She was a child of the second American Revolution
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Tall girl with a stone's constitution
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When fell into the hands of the enemy
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She touched her hand and sank her ankles deep
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So go riddle me over
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I'm a man got nothing to show for
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My work in the ground
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In this here London town
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So go riddle me over
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I'm a man got nothing to show for
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My work in the ground
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Got my back to the fire but it ain't the bridges that are falling down
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Ophelia used to swim in the rain
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Ain't nothing she'd rather do
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I was beside myself when the news had came
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And it had nothing to do with you
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They said they would never fight no more
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After the day she went away
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What in the world are we all asking for?
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If we don't give he's sure to take
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So go n' riddle me over
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I'm a man got nothing to show for
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My work in the ground
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In this here London town
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So go n' riddle me over
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I'm a man got nothing to show for
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My work in the ground
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Got my back to the fire and my feet on the ground
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But it ain't the bridges that are falling
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Go n' riddle me over
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I'm a man got nothing to show for
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My work in the ground
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Go ahead and go and riddle me over
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But it ain't the bridges that are falling down ×5
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