| You know this is a good place
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| A seemly place to summer
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| But you should find another
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| Another one to winter
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| For I am like a chimney
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| A chimney in the snow
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| White as any lily
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| Yet blacker than the coal
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| There’s a raven on the gable, a raven on the gable
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| A raven on the gable, so brazenly crowing
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| But you know he only crows so, you know he only crows so
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| You know he only crows so, for he knows no other way of crowing
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| So my tongue is not the one
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| You are scolded and o’erlulled in
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| But the one that I was schooled in
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| Is the only one I know
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| That’s why you hear me crowing
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| «My love, you should be going,»
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| That’s why you hear me crowing
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| «You should be on your way.»
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| So loosen off your mooring, loosen off your mooring
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| Loosen off your mooring, and sail, sail away
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| Let me lie and bleed awhile, let me lie and bleed a while
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| Let me lie and bleed awhile, I will rise and fight again
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| Let me lie and bleed awhile, let me lie and bleed a while
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| Let me lie and bleed awhile, I will rise and fight again |