
时间:2014-01-01
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Twas in the merry month of May
When flowers were a bloomin'
Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant to the town
The town where she did dwell in
Saying Master dear has sent me here
It remained for Barbara Allen
Slowly slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him
And all she said when she got there
Young man I think you're dying