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My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
So fare-the-well, darlin', I'm goin' away
Your parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor
They say I'm not worthy to enter your door
Pretty Mary, Pretty Mary, would you think me unkind
If I were to see you and tell you my mind?
As sure as the dew drops fall on the green corn
Last night, I was with her, tonight, I am gone
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
So fare-thee-well, darlin', I'm goin' away
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