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DYING CALIFORNIAN by UNKNOWN

First Line: LIE UP NEARER, BROTHER, NEARER, FOR MY LIMBS ARE GROWING COLD
Last Line: WHEN I'M GONE, OH, DON'T BE WEEPING, BROTHER, HERE'S MY LAST FAREWELL

Poem Sources:

AMERICAN FOLK POETRY; AN ANTHOLOGY.
  EMRICH, DUNCAN (COMP.)
  (1974)
 



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