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The Rio Grande
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Going home. We're homeward bound across the blue sea, And we're come from the old country. And away, love, away. Going home. We're homeward bound this very day, And we're come from the old country. Going home. She yeilds to the breeze as she gathers her way, And we're come from the old country. And away, love, away. Going home. We're homeward bound this very day, And we're come from the old country. Going home. We're homeward bound across the blue sea, And we're come from the old country. And away, love, away. Going home. We're homeward bound this very day, And we're come from the old country. |