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To My Cottage
When you come to the crossroad
Follow the path where the tall pines grow
And before you know you will reach the cot of my dreams
Its snowy white, and its windows gleam
Behind its doors are a million dreams
Tho1 its very small, still thr-uJ-s room for all
In the cot of my dreams
Oft when I	sit reminising at the close	of the	day
I'm fancy I seem to see, the boys	that	I	love	at play
I would'nt	change my cot, for the	palace	of a	king
For nobody	knows any more than me
What a fond memory can bring