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IN THE LAND OF WINDMILLS AND WOODEN SHOES In the land of windmills and wooden shoes Far across the ocean wide There?s a lovely lass, who waits for me And someday she?ll be my bride We were walking through the tulip field Neath a sky of heavenly blue When she whispered ?dear, never never fear? I?ll be waiting here for you Though the years, have passed since we two stood mid the tulips o?er the sea My heart is sad for it seems that fate has made her own decree I love her, and I miss her so, but I know she?ll never be The promised bride that I still love In the land across the sea TO MY BOYS AND THEIR BOYHOOD DAYS A boy^his dog and his fish?in pole Me and my dog my fish?in pole Headed for the sw(n)in hole What recollections this brings to me Of my childhood days, in the use to be Looking under every log Hoping to find a fat little frog O, chasing crickets all about O! What bait, to catch a trout I keep wondering where time must go And about the pals, that I use to know Who gathered round on a summer day With their fish?in poles, and their chatter gay Time moves on and as you see
Backman, Marguerite Songs-03