Patches
Down by the river, that flows by the coal yard
stands wooden houses with shutters torn down
there lives a girl everybody calls Patches.
Patches my darling of old shanty town.
We plan to marry when June brought the summer.
I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride.
Now I don't see how that ever can happen.
My folks say no and my heart breaks inside.
Patches ohh what can I do? I swear I'll always
Love you, but a girl from that place would just bring me
disgrace so my folks won't let me love you.
Each night I cry as I think of that shanty
and pretty Patches there watching the door,
she doesn't know that I can't come see her.
Patches must think that I love her no more.
I hear a neighbor telling my father, he said
A girl named of Patches was found, floating
face down in that dirty old river that flows
by the coal yard in old Shanty town.
Patches ohh what can I do? I swear I'll
always love you. It may not be right but I will
join you tonight.
Patches I'm coming to you.
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