Thistle in top his head
'Come the time to move along,
Weathered sign hang'd 'pon door:
'Those who seek that broken man
Well he won't live 'this place no-more:
He's gon to find his lady fair,
He's gon to steal she kiss;
He's gon to still the mount'n air;
He's got his leave'all of this.
He's gon round ol' moldy hay-stack,
He's got thistle in top his head.
He's lain wild-flower 'neath his poor back,
He's left but nothing in his 'stead.
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2016
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