Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare
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And the wee bit farm deserted
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And the woods o' Germany
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Grows in rows round the broken-hearted
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Many hae gane tae Americay
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Ye burnt their hames and garred them wander
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For I woulda gane wi' th'de'il himsel'
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As bide and hour wi' the cruel Gillanders
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Black is the wood on the ruffian-swa's braw
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But blacker still is your heart, Victoria
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Sent your men untae our glen
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You'll need the good Lord lookin' o'er ya
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Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare
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And the wee bit farm deserted
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And the woods o' Germany
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Grows in row round the broken-hearted
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The Highland Clearances
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| Silly Wizard |
