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Oh Oh Oh
Creeping everywhere
By the dusty road-side
On the sunny hill-side
Though you close by the noisy brook
In every shady nook
All around the open doors
When the age through again
Here where the children play
In the bright and merry May
Oh Oh Oh
Creeping everywhere
When you cannot see me coming
Nor hear my low sweet humming
For in the starry night
And the glad morning light
More welcome than the flowers
In summer's pleasant hours
The gentle cow is glad
And the merry bird not sad
Oh Oh Oh
Creeping everywhere
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