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No. 3 - Song - Marjorie - "Coo."
| Marjorie: | Over the hills and far away, Borne on the summer breeze, What is the sound that comes this way, Echoing through the trees? Children's voices that shout for joy, Starting the cry anew: Each little girl and each little boy, Answers to cry of "Coo!" Hark to that sound of "Coo-oo-oo!" of "Coo-oo-oo!" of "Coo!" Calling for me and you-ou-ou, for me-e-e and you-ou. Whether through darkest storm we go, Or under skies of blue, Nothing shall sever, I will be ever true to my "Coo-oo-oo!" |
| Over the hills and far away, Many a year gone by; Scatter'd across the world today, None of our playmates nigh: But wherever we chance to roam, Meeting with faces new, Ever our hearts are faithful to home, True to that cry of "Coo!" Hark to that sound of "Coo-oo-oo!" of "Coo-oo-oo!" of "Coo!" Calling for me and you-ou-ou, for me-e-e and you-ou. Whether through darkest storm we go, Or under skies of blue, Nothing shall sever, I will be ever true to my "Coo-oo-oo!" |
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Page modified 10 November 2016