2 All 'round the little farm I wandered, When I was young Then many happy days I squandered, Many the songs I sung When I was playing with my brother, Happy was I Oh, take me to my kind old mother, There let me live and die
3 One little hut among the bushes, One that I love Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, No matter where I rove When shall I see the bees a humming, All 'round the comb When shall I hear the banjo strumming, Down by my good old home
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