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Well, I married me a wife,
She gave me trouble all my life;
Ran me out in the cold rain and snow,
Rain and snow ... ,
Ran me out in the cold rain and snow.
Well, she came down the stair,
Combing back her long yellow hair
And her cheeks were as red as the rose,
As the rose ... ,
And her cheeks were as red as the rose.
Well, I did all I could do
To try to get along with you
And I'm not a gonna be treated this a way,
This a-way ... ,
And I'm not a gonna be treated this a way.
Well, she came in my room
Where she met a painful doom
And I'm not gonna be treated this a way,
This a-way ... ,
And I'm not a gonna be treated this a way.
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