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It's Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one / With a vagabond foot that follows! / And a cheer-up hand that he claps upon / Your arm with the hearty words, "Come on! / We'll soon be out of the hollows, / My heart! / We'll soon be out of the hollows!"
It's Oh, for the songs, where the hope's some one / With a renegade foot that doubles! / And a kindly look that he turns upon / Your face with the friendly laugh, "Come on! / We'll soon be out of the troubles, / My heart! / We'll soon be out of the troubles! "