| I chase your every footstep and I follow every whim
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| When you call the tune I’m ready to strike up the battle hymn
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| My lady of the meadows ---
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| My comber of the beach ---
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| You’ve thrown the stick for your dog’s trick but it’s floating out of reach
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| The long road is a rainbow and the pot of gold lies there
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| So slip the chain and I’m off again ---
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| You’ll find me everywhere
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| Cause I’m a Rover
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| As the robin craves the summer to hide his smock of red
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| I need the pillow of your hair in which to hide my head
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| I’m simple in my sadness, resourceful in remorse
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| Then I’m down straining at the lead ---
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| Holding on a windward course
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| The long road is a rainbow and the pot of gold lies there
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| So slip the chain and I’m off again ---
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| You’ll find me everywhere
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| Cause I’m a Rover
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| Strip me from the bundle of balloons at every fair:
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| Colourful and carefree ---
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| Designed to make you stare
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| But I’m lost and I’m losing the thread that holds me down
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| And I’m up hot and rising in the lights of every town
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| The long road is a rainbow and the pot of gold lies there
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| So slip the chain and I’m off again ---
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| You’ll find me everywhere
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| Cause I’m a Rover |