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I lie in this cage in full public gaze |
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And I don't give a pin for all their scorn |
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For I've crowned my lover king |
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Such glorious days I've seen |
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Give me the chance I'd do it all again. |
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Robbie my love you've the heart of a dove |
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Only Scotland could raise such a man |
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On the wild mountain side |
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I have lain down by your side |
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In spite of the bitter wind and rain. |
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The soft southern dogs have never scaled the heights |
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They cower in their comfort secure. |
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But he has dared it all |
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And he's risked the fearsome fall |
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Surely God will crown the brave and sure. |
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At proud Bannockburn their cringing hearts did turn |
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From his noble and daring campaign |
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I watched from a distant hill |
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And my heart flies with him still |
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Though my body may be caged and disdained. |
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He's as bold as a ram, he's as gentle as a lamb |
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He's a man that could never be denied |
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He is generous and gay |
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But he's changeable as day |
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And for just one hour with him I'd gladly die. |
