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By the clear and the winding stream |
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In the valley of |
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Strathmore |
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Where my love and |
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I have been |
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Where we'll wander never more |
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But if time was a thing man could buy |
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All the money that |
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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 |
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Strathmore |
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From the glen of the golden and the 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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Aye, 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 with his hands on the plow |
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But it's work |
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I'd be happy to do |
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If at night |
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I were lying with you |
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As I take a long draft from my glass |
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Oh, I'm drinking alone here again |
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And I try not to think of my lass |
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For the old days will ne'er come again |
