A company girl of tender age
A company girl of tender age
I came to know my mother`s trade
We`re up at dark on the line
We`re up at dark and on the line
Where morning cracks and spindles wide
Each night I hear her cough and curse
Each night I hear her cough and curse
Through restless eyes a bedside nurse
Now by her side, I`ll end the chill
Now by her side, I`ll end the chill
I`ll lay her down in a potters field
I`d rather die and blow away
I`d rather die and blow away
Than take my rest in a company grave
I`d rather die and blow away
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