| Farewell ev’ry old familiar face,
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| It’s time to go, it’s time to go
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| Backward backward to the little place
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| I left behind, so long ago
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| Now watch Mister Casey Jones
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| Carry this lazy bones
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| I should arrive in the day
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| Only wait till I communicate
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| Here’s just what I’ll say:
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| I’m looking over a four-leaf clover
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| That I overlooked before
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| Now one leaf is the sunshine. |
| the second is the rain.
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| Third are the roses that grow in the lane.
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| No need complaining, the one remaining
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| Is someone that I adore.
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| I’m looking over a four-leaf clover
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| That I overlooked before.
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| Hello homestead in the new-mown hay
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| I’m glad I’m here, I’m glad I’m here
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| Hello humble mill across the way
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| Beside the pond so cool and clear
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| Right to my sweeties home
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| Oh what a place to roam
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| She’ll be as glad as can be
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| Up the trail and over hill and dale
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| Don’t you envy me
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| I’m looking over a four-leaf clover
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| That I overlooked before
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| One leaf is sweetheart, the second is dad
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| Third is the best pal that I ever had
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| No need complaining, the one remaining
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| Is home where I’ll weep no more
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| I’m looking over a four-leaf clover
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| That I overlooked before. |