Harvest of thoughts . yooo 05 John Lee fiddled an Jim Cross [isrvesl of Tbo^gbts You would laughed at the capers cut on that floo,*If you were down to Murrays hall,Where John Lee fiddled an* Jim Cross called,Way down the river road. The church folks there were more than a few,Were more than a few down Murrays hall;They played more games than I ever knew;They chose there pawtnas two an two,Played—— *Run Johnie Willow wind the ball!SillJohn Lee fiddled, an* Jim Cross called,In the upper end of Murrays down the river road. I hear the sweet voice of Miss Polly yet,Of Miss Polly H
Harvest of thoughts . yooo 05 John Lee fiddled an Jim Cross [isrvesl of Tbo^gbts You would laughed at the capers cut on that floo,*If you were down to Murrays hall,Where John Lee fiddled an* Jim Cross called,Way down the river road. The church folks there were more than a few,Were more than a few down Murrays hall;They played more games than I ever knew;They chose there pawtnas two an two,Played—— *Run Johnie Willow wind the ball!SillJohn Lee fiddled, an* Jim Cross called,In the upper end of Murrays down the river road. I hear the sweet voice of Miss Polly yet,Of Miss Polly Hunter who lei the play songs;In spite of the fiddle, her vuice could be heard,As clear an as sweet as a spring song bird;Though loud rang the laughter in Murrays hall,Where John Lee fiddled an Jim Cross called, Way down the river road. I I1or\)est of TboOgbts But Vm sleepy now an* 1 must go on,I must go on for Tm tired an* sore;My shoes* too tight, for I danced all night,My eye-lids are heavy, an* I dont feel right,I was down to the ball an* I saw it
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