I love her,
O she makes my heart stir,
galloping across the open sky.
O my Kentucky mistress, forces me to fly.
Taking my reins, she guides me to a place on high,
saddled in a secret place so free.
She takes me forcefully,
Cinnarry.
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I love her,
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