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Magdalene Lyrics
There was no other girl in the country
In the country there was no thief
When are you coming to Boston?
Miss Mary you are a long way from home
The first time that I met you
You were standing alone on the stairs
Confused, ragged and barefoot
You'd taken whatever
Sound the dead march
Take me to the churchyard
For all that I'm worth, my poor head is achin'
My poor heart is breakin'
Now your rakin' me over with hurt
You gave me a line of talk
You wouldn't tell me your name
There was a murder of ravens
I guessed it was Magdalene
When I got to Illinois
I asked the man they called the bartender
Which gold mines I should avoid
She whispered soft in my ear...
"Well, you can't get there from here"
I saw the cross on a chain
At a hundred degrees below zero
I'd die for that woman...
Sound the dead march
Take me to the churchyard
For all that I'm worth, my poor head is achin'
My poor heart is breakin'
Now your rakin' me over with hurt
At the top of the hill I'll be sleeping
Let the cold ground be my bed
A tombstone for my pillow
And the moonlight for my spread
In the country there was no thief
When are you coming to Boston?
Miss Mary you are a long way from home
You were standing alone on the stairs
Confused, ragged and barefoot
You'd taken whatever
Take me to the churchyard
For all that I'm worth, my poor head is achin'
My poor heart is breakin'
Now your rakin' me over with hurt
You wouldn't tell me your name
There was a murder of ravens
I guessed it was Magdalene
I asked the man they called the bartender
Which gold mines I should avoid
She whispered soft in my ear...
"Well, you can't get there from here"
At a hundred degrees below zero
I'd die for that woman...
Take me to the churchyard
For all that I'm worth, my poor head is achin'
My poor heart is breakin'
Now your rakin' me over with hurt
Let the cold ground be my bed
A tombstone for my pillow
And the moonlight for my spread
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