With a northern speech in air
She dyed her skirts a harlot's red
More dandelion leaves in her hair
They all turned to watch her pass
With her Maggie's surreal sashay
When she danced in the August sun
In the cornfields near Potter's Bay
Of love from the cold northern plain
Keep watch of your husbands,
She loved with a strength
Led many a true heart astray
Cried as fierce as the wind in the eaves
Put poisonwood vines out her gate
She tied him up with a ribbon so red
Above from the cold northern flame
Keep watch of your husbands,
When she was ready to get up and go,
not one wished her well on her way.
Passing by in the dead of the night,
leaving frost on the wheat fields and hay.
I hear she's up by Connors Pass
Raising hell and breaking hearts
An d she gets down to Lower Rock
Lord, she'll tear this town apart
Of love from the cold Northern plain
Keep a watch of your husband's,
the passion of Noro King.
of love from the cold Northern flame.
Keep a watch of your husband's,
the passion of Noro King.
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