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What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear |
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It's like the voice of my Willy dear |
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But if I had wings like that swallow high |
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I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy |
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What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear |
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It's like the voice of my Willy dear |
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But if I had wings like that swallow high |
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I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy |
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When my apron it hung low |
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My true love followed through frost and snow |
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And noo my apron it is tae my chin |
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He passes me by and he ne'er spiers in |
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There is a blackbird sits on yon tree |
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Some says it is blind and it cannae see |
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Some says it is blind and it cannae see |
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And so is my true love tae me |