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Down the Buckney den the burn crashes brown from the Autumn spate |
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The spreading hazels rustle as they bend and sway as they laden wait |
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My fathers they have walked this road and now I know |
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And yes didn't they know |
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There is no great and heavy load |
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And now I know |
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Yes and didn't they know |
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Fa la-a la la la-a |
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We stand on solid ground, on solid ground |
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Fa la-a la la la-a |
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We stand on solid ground, on solid ground |
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Across the Arlick face the amber sun beats down to tint the vivid green |
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I hear it wild and loud, feel it wide and proud, the way it's always been |
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My fathers they have looked this way and now I know |
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Yes didn't they know |
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No clever words we have to say |
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And now I know |
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Yes didn't they know |
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Fa la-a la la la-a |
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We stand on solid ground, on solid ground |
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Fa la-a la la la-a |
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We stand on solid ground, on solid ground |
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It's the Land, it is our wisdom |
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It's the Land, it shines us through |
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It's the Land, it feeds our children |
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It's the Land, you cannot own the Land |
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The Land owns you |
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It's the Land, it is our wisdom |
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It's the Land, it shines us through |
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It's the Land, it feeds our children |
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It's the Land, you cannot own the Land |
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The Land owns you |
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Where is the honest truth? Where is the open soul? Where is the simple smile? |
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A couthie word or two for the passing stranger who may rest a while |
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My fathers they have said these things and now I know |
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Yes didn't they know |
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The joy that shared friendship brings |
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And now I know |
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Yes didn't they know |
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Fa la-a la la la-a |
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We stand on solid ground, on solid ground |
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Fa la-a la la la-a |
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We stand on solid ground, on solid ground |
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Fa la-a la la la-a |
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We stand on solid ground, on solid ground |
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Fa la-a la la la-a |
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We stand on solid ground, on solid ground |
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It's the Land, it is our wisdom |
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It's the Land, it shines us through |
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It's the Land, it feeds our children |
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It's the Land, you cannot own the Land |
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The Land owns you |
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It's the Land, it is our wisdom |
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It's the Land, it shines us through |
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It's the Land, it feeds our children |
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It's the Land, you cannot own the Land |
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The Land owns you |
