And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
His home the Western giant smiles, And twirls the spotty globe to find it This little speck, the British Isles 'T is but a freckle,never mind it.
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