My mother doesn't love me,
and I have no sweetheart
Wht don't I die?
What is there for me to do?
and I have no sweetheart
Wht don't I die?
What is there for me to do?
Yesterday I went to the fair.
I didn't see anyone I knew there.
I am miserable.
I can't dance.
Don't pick those 3 roses,
that bloom at the crossroads.
Did you know the girl
who lies under them?
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