Widow at the Wake

A widow at the wake
 A line, she drew a line, she drew a line
 In the winding sorrow
 A priest no more the rake
 Calling on a sign, on a sign
 That ne'er was showing
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 Waltzing to the wheel, to the wind
 I'm walking on a wave, on a wave, on a wave
 Collar to the cold, to the old
 Woo me to the grave, to the grave, to the grave
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 A widow felt the ache
 That her man would come again
 Come back again
 For the sake of her life
 A priest no more the rake
 Brought the widow in, the widow in
 From her sorrow
 Waltzing to the wheel, to the wind
 I'm walking on a wave, on a wave, on a wave
 Collar to the cold, to the old
 Woo me to the grave, to the grave, to the grave
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 Waltzing to the wheel, to the wind
 I'm walking on a wave, on a wave, on a wave
 Collar to the cold, to the old
 Woo me to the grave, to the grave, to the grave
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