| There’s a little brown road windin' over the hill
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| To a little white cot by the sea
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| There’s a little green gate at whose trellis I wait
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| While two eyes o' blue come smilin' through at me
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| There’s a gray lock or two in the brown of the hair
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| There’s some silver in mine too, I see
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| But in all the long years when the clouds brought their tears
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| Those two eyes o' blue kept smilin' through at me
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| And if ever I’m left in this world all alone
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| I shall wait for my call patiently
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| For if Heaven be kind, I shall wait there to find
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| Those two eyes o' blue come smilin' through at me |