| I was forced to wander because that I was poor
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| And to leave the hills of Caledonia seemed more than I could endure
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| And when that I was travellin oh what thought came to my mind
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| That I had never seen her beauty til she was far behind
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| Ferry me over, ferry me there
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| To leave the hills of Caledonia, is more than the heart can bear
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| When lost in distant days gone bywhere the simple joys I’d know
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| The foreign winds cried «Caledonia it’s time you were goin home»
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| So I will find the tallest ship that’s ever faced the foam
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| And I will sail to Caledonia for Caledonia’s my home
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| cho Ferry me over, ferry me there
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| To leave the hills of Caledonia, is more than the heart can bear
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| By some friend or neighbor’s side where the fires of love burn bright
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| With songs and stories I’ll share my adventurin' until the mornin light
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| And should some young man ask of me «Is it brave or wise to roam»
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| I’d bid him range the wide world over the better to know his own home
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| I was forced to wander because that I was poor
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| And to leave the hills of Caledonia seemed more than I could endure
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| And when that I was travellin' oh what thought came to my mind
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| That I had never seen her beauty til she was far behind |