Hang down your head

Refrain:
Hang down your head Tom Dooley,
hang down your head and cry,
hang down your head Tom Dooley,
poor boy, you’re bound to die

1. Met her on the mountain,
I swore she’d be my wife,
but the gal refused me,
so I stabbed her with my knife.
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2. This time come tomorrow,
reckon where I’ll be,
in some lonesome valley
hangin’ from a white oak tree.
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