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Farewell, farewell to you who would hear |
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You lonely travelers all |
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The cold north wind will blow again |
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The winding road does call |
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And will you never return to see |
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Your bruised and beaten sons? |
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"Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were |
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For they loathe me, every one" |
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And will you never cut the cloth |
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Or drink the light to be? |
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And can you never swear a year |
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To any one of we? |
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"No, I will never cut the cloth |
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Or drink the light to be |
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But I'll swear a year to one who lies |
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Asleep along side of me" |
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Farewell, farewell to you who would hear |
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You lonely travelers all |
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The cold north wind will blow again |
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The winding road does call |