| 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
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| Bonnie boy, ghile mear
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| You will be my gallant star
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| Oh heys to me mo ghile mear
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| In this land, this land unfree
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| Oh who will fein to unchain me
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| My children keyed in vain for thee
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| To break my chains for liberty
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| 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
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| Bonnie boy, ghile mear
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| You will be my gallant star
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| Oh heys to me mo ghile mear
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| Mountains high, and valleys low
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| The cuckoo sings of Saxon foe
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| 'Tis you must strike the mortal blow
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| Mo ghile mear, mo buachaill beo
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| 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
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| Bonnie boy, ghile mear
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| You will be my gallant star
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| Oh heys to me mo ghile mear
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| So come my love to battle come
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| To this fair land so weary sung
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| Let harp and song the valleys hum
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| And sound the sound of freedom’s drum
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| 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
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| Bonnie boy, ghile mear
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| You will be my gallant star
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| Oh heys to me mo ghile mear
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| 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
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| Bonnie boy, ghile mear
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| You will be my gallant star
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| Oh heys to me mo ghile mear
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| 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
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| Bonnie boy, ghile mear
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| You will be my gallant star
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| Oh heys to me mo ghile mear
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| You will be my gallant star
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| Oh heys to me mo ghile mear |