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How often haunting the highest hilltop
I scan the ocean, your boat to see
Will it come tonight love, will it come tomorrow
Or ever come love to comfort me
Fear a bhata sna hóro éale
Fear a bhata sna hóro éale
Fear a bhata sna hóro éale
So fare thee well love where ever thou be
There's not a hamlet, too well I know it
Where you go wandering or rest a while
But only it's old folk you win with talking
And charm its maidens with song and smile
Fear a bhata sna hóro éale
Fear a bhata sna hóro éale
Fear a bhata sna hóro éale
So fare thee well love where ever thou be |
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