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I wanna be a witchman...
No one to wear my silver ring
Poor little turtle dove, just sitting up in pine
Mourning for your own true love
Why not me for mine?
Why not? Why not me for mine?
[I've got hogs in the pen and corn to feed them on
All I want is someone who will feed them when I'm dead and I'm gone
feed them when I'm dead and gone]
'cause I know I'm not gonna marry in the fall
And I'm not gonna marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring, no
And I'm not gonna marry in the fall
And I'm not gonna marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring, no
[Poor little turtle dove, sitting up in pine
