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ark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
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Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating –
Where will all come home?
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On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
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Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
