Where will you go my faithful fair one?
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What will you do when ye are on your own?
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Whither, oh tell me, shall you wander?
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December's hard winds are blowin' cruel and cold
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And the snow lies deep
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And the rivers white
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And the sea is high
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Raging is the tide
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And may my love ride with you on the road to valor
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And may the eye of heaven guide your soul with light
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And may your foes be slain with easy hand wherever they be
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Fair judgement be there on the day you pay the price
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When the battle's nigh
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And the pipes blow strong
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Hear the battle cry
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Of the highland throng
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And the snow lies deep
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And the rivers white
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And the sea is high
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Raging is the tide
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Where will you go, my faithful fair one?
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What will you do when you are on your own?
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Whither, tell me, shall you wander?
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December's hard winds are blowin' cruel and cold
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When the battle's nigh
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And the pipes blow strong
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Hear the battle cry
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Of the highland throng
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And the snow lies deep
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And the rivers white
|
And the sea is high
|
Raging is the tide
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When the battle's nigh
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And the pipes blow strong
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Hear the battle cry
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Of the highland throng
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Where will you go my faithful fair one?
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Where Will You Go
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| Enter The Haggis |
