.As the sun is sinking low
And the evening's tug in tow
On the horizon, my true love I see
She ain't fancy, she ain't fine
While her fingers number only nine
She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency
She's my bandit queen, laying beneath the moon
In a bandit cave, a blank.
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