Loving Hannah

Isobel Campbell
Album : Milkwhite Sheets
I went to church on Sunday
My true love passed me by
I knew her mind was changing
By the roving of her eye
By the roving of her eye
By the roving of her eye
I knew her mind was changing
By the roving of her eye
My love`s fair and proper
Her waist is neat and small
And she is quite good-looking
And that`s the best of all
And that`s the best of all
And that`s the best of all
And she is quite good-looking
And that`s the best of all
Oh, Hannah, loving Hannah
Come give to me your hand
You swore if ever you`re married
That I will be the one
That I will be the one
That I will be the one
You swore if ever you`re married
That I will be the one
I`ll go down by the river
When everyone`s asleep
I`ll think of loving Hannah
And then sit down and weep
And then sit down and weep
And then sit down and weep
I`ll think of loving Hannah
And then sit down and weep
I went to church on Sunday
My true love she passed me by
I knew her mind was changing
By the roving of her eye
By the roving of her eye
By the roving of her eye
I knew her mind was changing
By the roving of her eye


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