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And as I came o'er Strathmartin brae |
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What do you think I seen? |
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But a brisk young piper laddie |
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Comin' a-linkin' o'er yon green |
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Hey Donal, ho Donal, dirrum a doo a day |
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He played a jig and he played a reel |
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He played a sweet strasphey |
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And he set my heart to beating |
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To the tappin' of his tae |
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Hey Donal, ho Donal, dirrum a doo a day |
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He says, \"I've no gold to give to you |
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I've gathered little gear |
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But I'll give love and freedom |
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If you'll come with me, my dear\" |
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Hey Donal, ho Donal, dirrum a doo a day |
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There's gold in the broom of the Sidlaw hills |
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Honey in the heather sweet |
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There's a speckled trout in the highland tarn |
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Green carpets 'neath our feet |
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Hey Donal, ho Donal, dirrum a doo a day |
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So he's ta'en out his chanter |
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And such a tune he plays |
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She's chosen love and freedom |
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Now she'll wander all her days |
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Hey Donal, ho Donal, dirrum a doo a day |
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Hey Donal, ho Donal, dirrum a doo a day |
