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[00:08.90]Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
[00:17.62]My mind was bent on rambling, to Boston I did fly
[00:26.79]I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
[00:35.56]When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
[00:44.62]It was on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
[00:53.73]When Boston's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
[01:02.65]The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill
[01:11.41]At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill
[01:25.51]I went to see old friends there to see what they might say
[01:34.14]The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey
[01:43.10]I met the broker Hughes, he's as odd as ever still
[01:51.84]See I used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount Hill
[02:37.22]I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
[02:46.07]She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove
[02:54.81]She threw her arm around me saying, "Andy, I love you still"
[03:03.93]Oh, she's one Miss Bazo Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill
[03:13.22]I dreamt I'd fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
[03:22.13]Against an angry, jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill
[03:31.01]The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
[03:40.04]When I awoke in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill
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