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Little gG#mirl, little gBirl, don't lC#mie to mEe, Tell me whBere did you slB/A#eep last nG#might.
In the pG#mines, in the pBines, Where the sC#mun won't shEine. I'd shBiver the whB/A#ole night thG#mrough.
My gG#mirl, my gBirl, nowhere wC#mill you gEo? I'm gBoing where the cB/A#old wind blG#mows.
In the pG#mines, in the pBines, Where the sC#mun won't shEine. I'd shBiver the whB/A#ole night thG#mrough
My gG#mirl, my gBirl, don't C#mlie to mEe, Tell me whBere did you sB/A#leep last nG#might.
In the piG#mnes, in the piBnes, where the cC#mold wind blEows. I'd shBiver the whB/A#ole night thG#mrough
Her hG#musband, wBas a rC#meal old mEan, JBust about a mB/A#ile from hG#mere. His hG#mead was fBound in a dC#mriving whEeel, But his bBody was nB/A#ever fG#mound.
My gG#mirl, my gBirl, don't C#mlie to mEe, Tell me whBere did you sB/A#leep last nG#might.
In the pG#mines, in the pBines, Where the sC#mun won't ever shEine. I'd shBiver the whB/A#ole night thG#mrough