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Leitch |
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I left my home and the factory |
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To wander my way to the sea |
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In the wild country, I'm happy |
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I feel so much more alive and free. |
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Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany |
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In the early spring sunshine |
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Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany |
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Little green grapes growing on the vine. |
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There is a girl I do so love |
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I know she would laugh to know my mind |
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Her beauty fairer than the dove |
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A flower for her hair I always find. |
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Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany |
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In the early spring sunshine |
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Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany |
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Little green grapes growing on the vine. |
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My voice I raise and sing her praise |
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To the flowers and the birdies of the air |
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When to the clouds I set my gaze |
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I often see her smile up there. |
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Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany |
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In the early spring sunshine |
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Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany |
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Little green grapes growing on the vine. |
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Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany |
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In the early spring sunshine |
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Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany |
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Little green grapes growing on the vine. |
