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Baird |
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Here's to my acquaintance, and companion |
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Lift your glass |
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I love you, and leave you |
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I do, give you, all my best |
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Here's to lovely lasses |
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Who by now are sleeping sound |
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We miss you, and kiss you, |
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We will, until we can no longer hope |
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And I would spread the softest ground, |
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For you to walk around, |
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If I could be your right hand, |
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I'd bless the seed that I would sow, |
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And hope that it would grow |
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Into a sight to hold you |
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And we could have the richest thing |
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To make your songbird sing |
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A tale to haunt the evening. |
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Then I would give you every note |
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Of every song I wrote |
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For them to ring forever |
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