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I was born in Toronto,
The city hard and cold,
Pa moved us to the southlands,
Where he wanted to grow old.
He set us to farming,
Goats, heifers and hogs,
Gray geese for the weeding,
Kept watch with the dogs.
The hogs died from cholera,
First summer, then fall,
Next spring brought the goat pox,
We buried them all.
We scraped by on goose eggs,
Raised goslings by scores,
All we had was a goose farm,
We ate but stayed poor.
Jane’s gone,
The pot’s gone cold,
There’s nothing for you now.
When I met Jane Sauder,
On a horse cart in town,
She said I could come up,
She would not come down.
I fled with my true love,
Abandoned my kin,
They would starve without me,
While I lived in sin.
Jane left me for a sailor,
Stayed barely two years,
Though I had nought to live for,
I swallowed my tears.
My pride kept me distant,
Could not face my shame,
When I left, Pa cursed me,
And the sound of my name.
My brothers and sisters,
Begged me to return,
But I loved the riches,
Their vain hopes I spurned.
Ma died last winter,
Pa he died of grief,
You’ll see me no longer,
On the farm with the geese.
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