I hail from the flatlands of East Anglia
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A town that once could boast prosperity
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She had trekked for many moons from a land afar
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But the cruel nets had emptied the northen sea
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And she said "hoots, I cannae get back tae
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me hoos in bonny Scotland"
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Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
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Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
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The elements had taken their toll on her
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Her face was weather beaten and her hair greasy
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I had never seen a set of eyes more hazelerer
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And a tear did fall as she looked up at me
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And she said "hoots, I cannae get back tae
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me hoos in bonny Scotland"
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Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
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Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
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I shall travel with thee
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For to see your folks in Scotland
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With their blessing, on one knee
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I shall ask for your left hand
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Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
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Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
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Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
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Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
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I shall travel with thee
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For to see your folks in Scotland
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With their blessing, on one knee
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I shall ask for your left hand
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Hazel Eyes
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| Darkness |
