| On the day I was born,
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| Said my father, said he,
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| I’ve an elegant legacy
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| Waiting for ye.
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| Tis a rhyme for your lips
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| And a song for your heart,
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| To sing whenever the world falls apart.
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| Look, look, look to the rainbow.
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| Follow it over the hill and stream.
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| Look, look, look to the rainbow.
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| Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
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| Follow the fellow, follow the fellow,
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| Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
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| 'Twas a sumptuous gift bequeathed to a child.
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| Oh, the lure of that song
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| Kept her feet running wild.
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| For you never grow old and you never stand still
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| With a whippoorwill singing beyond the next hill.
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| So, I bundled me heart and I roamed the world free.
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| To the east with the lark
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| Tow the west with the sea.
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| And I searched all the world and I scanned all the skies.
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| But I found it at last in my own true love’s eyes. |