By the clear and the winding stream
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In the valley of Strathmore
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Where my love and I have been
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Where we'll wander never more
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But if time was a thing man could buy
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All the money that I have in store
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I would give for one day by her side
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In the valley of Strathmore
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From the glen of the golden and the green
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I left for a land far away
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Where sadness has never been seen
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Aye, and joy only costs a day's pay
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In Strathmore there's a long working day
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For a man with his hands on the plow
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But it's work I'd be happy to do
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If at night I were lying with you
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As I take a long draft from my glass
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Oh, I'm drinking alone here again
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And I try not to think of my lass
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For the old days will ne'er come again
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The Valley Of Strathmore
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| Silly Wizard |
