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New Prisoner's Song


For seven long years I've been in prison,
For seven long more I have to stay;
Just for knocking a man down in the alley
And taking his gold watch away.

Sitting alone, sad all alone,
Sitting in my cell all alone;
A-thinking of those good times gone by me,
A-knowing that I once had a home.

Oh, once I had a sister and a brother,
I wonder if they ever think of me.
Oh, once I had a father and a mother,
Who lived in a cottage near the sea.

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