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The year's wearin' tae the wane |
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And day is fadin' west awa |
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Out raves the torrent and the rain |
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And dark the cloud comes doon the shaw |
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Let the tempest tout and blaw |
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Upon his loudest winter horn |
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Goodnight and joy be with you all |
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We'll maybe meet again the morn |
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We have wandered far and wide |
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O'er scotland's hills o'er firth and fell |
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Mony a simple flower we've culled |
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And trimmed them wi' the heather bell |
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We've ranged the dingle and the dell |
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The hamlet and the baron's ha' |
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And let us take a kind farewell |
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Goodnight and joy be with you all |
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Though i was wayward you were kind |
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And sorrowed when i went astray |
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For o my strains were often wild |
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As winds upon a winter day |
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The far i led you from the way |
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Forgie a minstrel anince for a' |
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A tear fas wi' his parting lay |
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Goodnight and joy be with you a' |
