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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Fa li fa lo ro a fa la la lay |
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There's lilt in the song i sing there's laughter and love |
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There tang frae the sea and blue frae heaven above |
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Of reason there's none and why should the be forbye |
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But the fire in the blood and toes and the light in the eye |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Fa li fa lo ro a fa la la lay |
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The heather's ablaze with bloom the myrtle is sweet |
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There's song in the air the road's a song at our feet |
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So step it along as light as the bird on the wing |
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And stepping along let's join our voices and sing |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Fa li fa lo ro a fa la la lay |
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And whether the blood be highland or lowland or no |
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And whether the hue be white or black as the sloe |
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Of kith and of kin we're one be it right be it wrong |
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If only our hearts be true to the lilt of the song |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Her fa la la lo ro a fa la la lay |
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Fa li fa lo ro a fa la la lay |