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I love to go a-wandering,
Along the mountain track,
And as I go, I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back.
I love to wander by the stream,
That dances in the sun,
So joyfully it calls to me,
Come join my happy song.
I wave my hand to all I meet,
And they wave back to me,
And the blackbirds call so loud and sweet,
From every greenwood tree.
High overhead the skylarks sing,
They never rest at home,
Just like me they laugh and sing,
As o'er the world they roam.

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