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By a country road wild roses grow that need my
special care, So I haven't time to be a
millionaire. And a cheerful brook on a mountain
side, is sad when I'm not there, So I haven't time
to be a millionaire. And a friendly gang of robins
are peeved when I forget, That I'm the second
tenor in their quartet. So with all the things I
have to do, I'm very much aware If I wished for
wealth it wouldn't be quite fair `Cause I haven't
time to be a millionaire