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When I go a-walking, I hear people talking,
School children playing, I know what they're saying;
They're saying you'll grieve me, that you will deceive me,
Some morning you'll leave me all packed up and gone.
Oh, Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou,
Why don't you behave, love, like the other girls do?
Why must my poor heart be following you?
Stay home and love me, my Liverpool Lou.
The sounds from the river keep telling me ever,
That I should forget you like I'd never met you;
Tell me their song, love, was never more wrong, love,
Say I belong, love, to my Liverpool Lou.
