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Gladwin |
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On tyrant's land |
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Near Gainesboro town |
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He sits so still |
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Wears no smile nor a frown |
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His hair shines black |
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As a raven's wing |
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And the sound of his pipes |
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Make the old trees sing |
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Chorus: |
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Hear, hear the shepherd's song he sings it just for you |
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Hear, hear the shepherd's song he sings it just for you |
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With crook in hand |
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His staff and sling |
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He spreads the news |
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Of crusades and the king |
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His flock around |
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On a cold dark night |
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And he plays his pipes |
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To the fire light Chorus |
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His ghost now walks |
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That lonely moor |
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At dead of night |
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When the north winds roar |
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And in the season |
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When time is ripe |
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He'll chill the air |
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With the sound of his pipes |
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Chorus |
