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The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
When at home alone I sit
And am very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes
Far `yont amang the years to be
When a' we think, an' a' we see,
An' a' we luve, `s been dung ajee
Where the bells peal far at sea
Cunning fingers fashioned me.
There on palace walls I hung
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
The morning drum-call on my eager ear
Thrills unforgotten yet; the morning dew
Lies yet undried along my field of noon.