Wait for the wagon

R. Bishop Buckley

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Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
And we'Il all take a ride.
1. Will you come with me, my Phyllis dear,
To yon blue mountain free ?
Where the blossoms smell the sweetest,
Come rove along with me.
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It's every Sunday morning,
When I am by your side,
We'll jump into the wagon
And all take a ride.
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2. Where the river runs like silver
And the birds they sing so sweet,
I have a cabin, Phyllis,
And something good to eat;
Come listen to my story,
It will relieve my heart;
So jump into the wagon,
And off we will start.
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3. Do you believe, my Phyllis, dear,
Old Mike, with all this wealth,
Can make you half so happy
As I, with youth and health?
We'Il have a little farm,
A horse, a pig and a cow;
And you will mind the dairy,
While I do guide the plough.
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4. Your lips are red as poppies,
Your hair so slick and neat,
All braided up with dahlias,
And hollyhocks so sweet.
It's ev'ry Sunday morning,
When I am by your side,
We'Il jump into the wagon,
And all take a ride.
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5. Together, on life's journey,
We'll travel till we stop,
And if we have no trouble,
We'll reach the happy top;
Then come with me, sweet Phyllis,
My dear, my lovely bride,
We'Il jump into the wagon,
And all take a ride.
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1. Our wagon's plenty big enough;
It's running gear is good.
'Tis stuffed with cotton round its sides
And made of Southern wood.
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Wait for the wagon,
The new Jeff Davis wagon.
The South is our wagon,
And we'll all take a ride.
2. Carolina is the driver,
With Georgia by her side.
Virginia will hold our flag up,
And we'll all take a ride.
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