Очень трогательная песня, о такой любви редко пишут теперь и еще реже поют.
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My young man wears a frown
With his eyes all closed and his head bowed down,
My young man never sleeps.
The rain it falls upon his back
The dust before his eyes is black,
Oft the times, oft the times my young man weeps.
My young man wears a coat,
Once, long ago, a bonnie coat
Which
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