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It was on one summer’s evening (Won’t You Go My Way?)
It was on one summer’s evening (Won’t You Go My Way?)
I met a pretty fair maid…
I met a pretty fair maid…
Her cheek was red and rosy…
And her figure was neat and cosy…
So I asked her for to marry…
But she said she’d rather tarry…
So I’m on my way to Frisco…
So I’m on my way to Frisco…
So I left her in the morning…
In the morning bright and early…