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Blonde girl goes to the cigar factory
Song
1. A blonde girl goes to the cigar factory,
Her mother walks after her crying.
Cry, my mother, the Sunday ball will make you cry,
An eighteen-year-old girl will make you cry.
2. From now on, I don't believe the young man,
He has two colors, like the poplar leaf,
I'll show this outlaw world,
I'll be a match for my baby in the spring.
Her mother walks after her crying.
Cry, my mother, the Sunday ball will make you cry,
An eighteen-year-old girl will make you cry.
2. From now on, I don't believe the young man,
He has two colors, like the poplar leaf,
I'll show this outlaw world,
I'll be a match for my baby in the spring.