O, TO have a little house! |
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To own the hearth and stool and all! |
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The heaped up sods upon the fire, |
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The pile of turf against the wall! |
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To have a clock with weights and chains |
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And pendulum swinging up and down! |
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A dresser filled with shining delph, |
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Speckled and white and blue and brown! |
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I could be busy all the day |
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Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, |
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And fixing on their shelf again |
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My white and blue and speckled store! |
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I could be quiet there at night |
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Beside the fire and by myself, |
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Sure of a bed and loth to leave |
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The ticking clock and the shining delph! |
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Och! but I’m weary of mist and dark, |
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And roads where there’s never a house nor bush, |
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And tired I am of bog and road, |
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And the crying wind and the lonesome hush! |
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And I am praying to God on high, |
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And I am praying Him night and day, |
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For a little house—a house of my own— |
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Out of the wind’s and the rain’s way. |
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