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Hey harry mccullough |
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Come sing us a song |
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'bout the highlands so misty and green |
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Your song about sally the hills and the rain |
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We never will see again |
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When i was a tiny young highland boy |
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In scotland the green the green |
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I played in the hills with my sally mary |
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Winners and losers we've been |
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She was riding a pony of silk and white |
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And i rode a wooden stick |
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We hounded the horses and we followed the birds |
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And grew up as you'd say in "gluck" |
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I called her sally my love |
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And she said harry my man |
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As we lay at the mulltire lake |
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Entwined in the night forever young |
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Until the morning came |
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And when we grew older |
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And the grass no more green |
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The lake lost its clear blue shade |
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I left her for sailing the mighty sea |
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Ooh sally our love it did fade |
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I called her sally my love |
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And she said harry my man |
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As we lay at the mulltire lake |
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Entwined in the night forever young |
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Until the morning came |
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April 10, 1990: early in the morning... |