From any trouble troubling thee,
Small troubles bring you many a sigh,
But all comes right, lass, by and by.
From any trouble troubling thee, |
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The next six months will set you free.
Small troubles bring you many a sigh, But all comes right, lass, by and by. |
More haste, worse speed , is your fate, |
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