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This is "The Story of My Captivity by Savages," or "How I Learned to Fight" by Eliza Elizabeth Cook, age 13 Writ in my own hand
I never want to be seen as cheap, But I saw the tears in his eyes And I thought, "That's sweet." I tried on all of my little jokes. I muscle in, throw
A happy start a sad, sad ending For every minute of the story See as their wills are broke and bending Save the good girls in their glory A primary academy
I carry a secret message That I must give to you. It concerns suspicious blessings, Now i am sure you'll know what to do But if it should be some bad
He lives under the banyon tree When I'm in trouble, he helps me I hear him creep through the leaves at night His flesh is pink, but his fur is bright
Ooh, it's scrambled eggs what he says He accuses me of treachery Got the nine lies, got the wide eyes Got a failing grade in chemistry If you count back
Oh, my sweet love He built a rotary cuff His shoulder got smashed He's gotta mend and repair a device To work where he got hit by the blast Oh
When I count, they all goin' 'round the house and down the hill and hide. Yes ma'am Yes ma'am Remember me (jumbled singing,laughter) Yes ma
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl When I was a young girl then, oh then When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl When
If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now There was an old man and he had but one cow. Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed He ran
Every time that I hear a woman cry 'cause her man has left her flat I just feel like saying, "Don't be such a fool, you fool" Better dry your eyes, can
Doomsday averted, oh If doomsday averted, oh oh oh Doomsday averted, oh Doomsday averted, oh Doomsday averted, oh If doomsday averted, oh oh oh Doomsday
A happy start, a sad, sad ending, For every minute of the story. Watch as their wills are broke and bending. See the good girls in their glory. We're
Every time that I hear a woman cry 'cuz her man has left her flat I just feel like saying, "don't be such a fool, you fool." <a href="http://www.testimania
Momma was an opium-smoker. She light it with a red-hot poker. She would never take a bath. We would ask her- she'd just laugh. Because our momma was
This is "The Story of My Captivity by Savages," or "How I Learned to Fight" by Eliza Elizabeth Cook, age 13 Write in my own hand on this, the 23rd day
