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My Harry was a gallant blade |
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And stately strayed he owre the plain |
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But noo he's banished far awa' |
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And oh he'll no come back again |
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Oh for him back again |
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Oh for him back again |
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I wad gae a' Knock Haspie's land |
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For Heiland Harry back again |
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When a' they have gan tae their bed |
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I'll wander dowie up the glen |
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Sit me doon and greet ma fill |
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For Heiland Harry back again |
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Oh were some villains hinged high |
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And ilka body had their aim |
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I would see the joyfu' sight |
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O' Heiland Harry back again |
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Sad was the day and sad the hour |
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He left me in his native plain |
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And rushed his injured prince to join |
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But oh he'll ne'er come back again |
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Strong was my Harry's arm in fight |
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Unmatched on a' Culloden Plain |
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But vengeance has put doon the right |
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And oh he'll ne'er come back again |
