Far across the sea in the land of the windmills
I met a girl whose eyes were sparkling blue
Her hair was the color of the golden sunset
And upon her feet she sported wooden shoes
We walked through the fields of red and yellow tulips
Then I kissed her sweet lips, it set my heart a whirl
But the time came for leavin' and my poor heart is grievin'
All because of the memory of a little Dutch girl

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