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By the clear and the winding streams |
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In the Valley of Strathmore, |
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Where my love and I have been, |
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Where we'll wander nevermore. |
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CHORUS |
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But if time was a thing Man could buy, |
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All the money that I have in store, |
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I would give for one day by her side, |
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In the Valley of Strathmore. |
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From the glen of the golden and green |
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I left for a land far away |
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Where sadness has never been seen |
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And joy only costs a day's pay. |
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In Strathmore there's a long working day |
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For a man wi' his hands on the ploo |
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But it's work I'd be happy tae dae, |
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If at night I were lyin' wi' you. |
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As I take a long draught from my glass |
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Oh I'm drinking alone here again |
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And I try no' to think o' my lass |
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For the old days will ne'er come again. |
