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The High County Fair

Me oh my,
Look alive on the trail.
Me oh my,
Look alive on the trail.
You take the highway,
And I'll take the rail.
We'll meet together,
At the High County Fair.

I was born,
With nothing but my pack.
You were born,
With much more than that.
But we'll meet together,
Where no one will care.
We'll meet together,
At the High County Fair.

See the Sun,
She is mounting for the West.
See the Sun,
She is mounting on her crest.
The Sun will rise for all men,
With clean or matted hair.
When we meet together,
At the High County Fair.

Goodbye love,
Like a dove in the sky.
Goodbye love,
Such is life, I'll not cry.
You go to your mansion,
And I'll never dare.
Till' we meet together,
At the High County Fair.
Written by Graham
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