My bonnie barque floats light and free
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Across the surging foam
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It bears me far from Innisfail
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To seek a foreign home
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A lonely exile traveller
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'Neath misfortune's cruel frown
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Away from home and the friends so dear
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In sweet King Williams Town
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While here upon the deck I stand
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And watch the surging foam
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Kind thoughts arise all in my mind
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For friends I'll ne'er see more
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For childhood days and all happy hours
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As fast the tears roll down
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For my old home and the friends so dear
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In sweet King Williams Town
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Shall I no more gaze on that shore
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Or view those mountains high
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Or gaze along Black Water's banks
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Where I roamed as a boy
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For to view the sun over Knockacummer
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Light up the heather brown
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Before she flings her little farewell beams
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Over sweet King Williams Town
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Sweet King Williams Town
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Andy M. Stewart |