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Farewell, farewell to you who would hear |
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You lonely travellers all |
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The cold north winds will blow again |
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The winding road does call. |
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And will you never return to see |
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Your bruised and beaten sons |
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O i would, i would if welcome i were |
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For they loathe me every one. |
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And will you never cut the cloth |
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Nor drink the light to be |
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And can you never swear a year |
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To anyone but he. |
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No i will never cut the cloth |
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Nor drink the light to be |
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But i'll swear a year to he who lies |
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Asleep alongside of me. |
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Repeat first verse |
