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Oh, If I had the wings of an angel
Over these prison walls I would fly
And I'd fly to the arms of my darlin'
And there I'd be willing to die
Now, I wish I had someone to love me
Someone to call me their own
Oh, I wish I had someone to live with,
'Cause I'm tired of living alone
In my mind, I'm a ship on the ocean
All mounted with silver and gold
And, before my poor darlin' would suffer
That ship would be anchored and sold
I'll be carried to the gallows tomorrow
Leavin' my poor darlin' alone
With the cold prison bars all around me
And, my head neath the pillow of stone
Oh, if I had the wings of an angel
Over these prison walls I would fly
And I'd fly to the arms of my darlin'
And there I'd be willing to die
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