| I’m goin' away for to stay a little while
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| But I’m comin' back if I go ten thousand miles
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| Oh, who will tie your shoes?
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| And who will glove your hands?
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| And who will kiss your ruby lips when I am gone?
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| Oh, it’s pappy’ll tie my shoes
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| And mammy’ll glove my hands
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| And you will kiss mg ruby lips when you come back!
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| Oh, he’s gone, he’s gone away
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| For to stay a little while;
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| But he’s comin' back if he goes ten thousand miles
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| Look away, look away, look away over Yandro
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| On Yandro’s high hill, where them white doves are flyin'
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| From bough to bough and a-matin' with their mates
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| So why not me with mine?
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| For he’s gone, oh he’s gone away
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| For to stay a little while
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| But he’s comin' back if he goes ten thousand miles
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| I’ll go build me a desrick on Yandro’s high hill
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| Where the wild beasts won’t bother me nor hear my sad cry
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| For he’s gone, he’s gone away for to stay a little while
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| But he’s comin' back if he goes ten thousand miles |