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| 1. (F) Never had much to say, he traveled al | one with no friends |
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| (F) Like a shadowy ghost, at dawn he | came and he went |
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| (F) Through the woodlands | swiftly gliding |
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| To the young maid | he came riding |
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| Where she'd run to meet him At the | garden wall. |
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| Oh, my sweet Mi | guel I will never | tell |
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| No one will ever | know What I know too | well |
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| And he'd smile, and | lay his head on her | breast |
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| And he'd | say, "Ah, have no | fear. They're | waiting for me |
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| To cross the border, to | swim the river, 'cause | I've done that |
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| be | fore |
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| To | see my true love's | smiling face, |
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| A | hundred times or | more." |
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| "Oh, my | sweet Miguel," she | cried. "I'll | love you 'til I |
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| die." |
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| 2. | He was born to the south, in Mexi | co, they say |
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| The child of a man who was | soon gone away |
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| But his mother | loved him dearly, |
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| And she would | take him yearly |
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| To the great cathedral in St. Au | gustine. |
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| "Oh, my young Mig | uel. Listen to the | bell |
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| Of my pover | ty, You must never | tell." |
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| And he cried him | self to sleep in the | night |
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| And he | vowed to make things | right. So he | took the gun down |
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| From the wall and he | paid a call H |
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| He | knew she'd under | stand |
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| A | lawman came to | capture him, the | gun jumped in his | hand |
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| "Oh, Mig | uel," a mother | cried. |
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| "You must | run, son or you'll | die." |
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| 3. | So the story is told of his true | love, 'cross the line |
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| As strong as the oak, and as | sweet as the vine |
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| And the child | that she bore him |
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| Came on that | fateful morning |
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| When they send him to his | final rest. |
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| "Oh, my sweet Mig | uel. I will never | tell. |
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| No one will ever | know what I know too | well." |
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| And she'd smile, and | lay the child on her | breast |
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| And she'd | say, "Ah, have no | fear. I'm | waiting for you |
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| To cross the border, to | swim the river |
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| 'Cause | you've done that | before |
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| To | see your true love's | smiling face, a | hundred times or | more. |
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| "Oh, my | sweet Miguel," she | cried. "I'll | love you 'til I |
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| die." |