Little Liza Jane
There's a house in BaltimoreSixteen stories highAnd every story in that houseWas full of chicken pieOh Liza poor girlOh Liza JaneOh Liza poor girlShe died on the trainI went up on the mountainTo give my horn a blowAnd every girl in the countrysideSaid yonder comes my beauWhen I was a little boyI liked to go in swimmingNow I am a bigger boyI like to go with womenI wish I had a candy boxTo put my sweetheart inI'd take her out and kiss her twiceAnd put her back againOne day I set a-courtingA girl as dear as lifeWhen a woman she said to meMr.Joneshow is your wife
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