by Harriet Holling
by Harriet Holling / View Users Collection
This land is barren and broken,Scarred like the face of the moonSo look for me under the lode and inside the vain,Where the copper the clay the arsnic and tinRun in your blood and under your skinI'll leave the county behind I'm not coming backOh cousin Jack.
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