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Heree horo my bonnie wee girl
Heree horo my fair one
Will you come away my love
To be my own my rare one
Smiling the land, shining the sea
Sweet is the smell o' the heather
Would we were younger you and me
The two of us together
Heree horo my bonnie wee girl
Heree horo my fair one
Will you come away my love
To be my own my rare one
All day long out at the peat
Then on the shore in the gloaming
Stepping it lightly with dancing feet
And then together homing
Heree horo my bonnie wee girl
Heree horo my fair one
Will you come away my love
To be my own my rare one
Laughter above, singing below
Tripping it lithesome and airy
Could we be asking of life for more
My own my darling Mary
Heree horo my bonnie wee girl
Heree horo my fair one
Will you come away my love
To be my own my rare one |
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