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The wind is fair, the tide is fine And swiftly, swiftly runs the time The boat lies wating on the tide To carry me from Fiunary We must up and haste away We must up and haste away We must up and haste away Farewell, farewell tae Fiunary A thousand, thousand tender ties Awake this day my plaintive cries My heart within me almost dies At the thought of leaving Fiunary We must up and haste away We must up and haste away We must up and haste away Farewell, farewell tae Fiunary I'll often wonder late of day Where Ossian sang his martial lay And viewed the sun's departing ray Farewell, farewell tae Fiunary
Writer(s): Traditional, Robert Crowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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