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Sweet Rose.
Away from Mississippis vale,
with my old hat there for a sail;
I crossed upon a cotton bale to the Rose of Alabama.
Oh brown Rosie, Rose of Alabama,
My Sweet Tobacco Posie is the Rose of Alabama.
The River rose, the cricket sang, the lightning bug; he flashed his wing and like a rope my arms I flang 'round Rose of Alabama.
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