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| IT’S singin’ in an’ out, | |
| An’ feelin’ full of grace; | |
| Here ’n’ there, up an’ down, | |
| An’ round about th’ place. | |
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| It’s rollin’ up your sleeves, | 5 |
| An’ whit’nin’ up the hearth, | |
| An’ scrubbin’ out th’ floors, | |
| An’ sweepin’ down th’ path; | |
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| It’s bakin’ tarts an’ pies, | |
| An’ shinin’ up th’ knives; | 10 |
| An’ feelin’ ’s if some days | |
| Was worth a thousand lives. | |
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| It’s watchin’ out th’ door, | |
| An’ watchin’ by th’ gate; | |
| An’ watchin’ down th’ road, | 15 |
| An’ wonderin’ why he’s late; | |
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| An’ feelin’ anxious-like, | |
| For fear there’s something wrong; | |
| An’ wonderin’ why he’s kep’, | |
| An’ why he takes so long. | 20 |
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| It’s comin’ back inside | |
| An’ sittin’ down a spell, | |
| To sort of make believe | |
| You’re thinkin’ things is well. | |
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| It’s gettin’ up again | 25 |
| An’ wand’rin’ in an’ out; | |
| An’ feelin’ wistful-like, | |
| Not knowin’ what about; | |
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| An’ flushin’ all at once, | |
| An’ smilin’ just so sweet, | 30 |
| An’ feelin’ real proud | |
| The place is fresh an’ neat. | |
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| An’ feelin’ awful glad | |
| Like them that watch’d Silo’m; | |
| An’ everything because | 35 |
| A man is comin’ Home! | |
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