.I'll pack my grip for a farewell trip
Kiss Susie Jane goodbye at the fountain
I'm going, said I, to the land of the sky
Away out on the mountain
Where the wild sheep grows and the buffalo lows
And the squirrels are so many you can't count them
Then I'll make love to some.
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