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I hail from the flatlands of East Anglia |
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A town that once could boast prosperity |
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She had trekked for many moons from a land afar |
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But the cruel nets had emptied the Northern Sea |
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And she said "Hoots, I cannae get back tae |
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Me hoos in bonny Scotland" |
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Girl with the hazel eyes, aah! |
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Girl with the hazel eyes, aah! |
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The elements had taken their toll on her |
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Her face was weather beaten and her hair greasy |
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I had never seen a set of eyes more hazelerer |
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And a tear did fall as she looked up at me |
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And she said "Hoots, I cannae get back tae |
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Me hoos in bonny Scotland" |
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Girl with the hazel eyes, aah! |
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Girl with the hazel eyes, aah! |
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I shall travel with thee |
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For to see your folks in Scotland |
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With their blessing, on one knee |
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I shall ask for your left hand |
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Girl with the hazel eyes, aah! |
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Girl with the hazel eyes, aah! |
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Girl with the hazel eyes, aah! |
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Girl with the hazel eyes, aah! |
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I shall travel with thee |
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For to see your folks in Scotland |
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With their blessing, on one knee |
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I shall ask for your left hand |
