| A far croonin' is pullin' me away
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| As take I wi' my cromack to the road.
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| The far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
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| As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
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| Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
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| By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
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| If it’s thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart’s in my step.
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| You’ve never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
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| The far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
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| As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
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| It’s by Shiel water the track is to the west.
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| By Aillort and by Morar to the sea.
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| The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck.
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| And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.
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| Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
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| By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
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| If it’s thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart’s in my step.
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| You’ve never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
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| Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
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| As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
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| Oh the blue islands are pullin' me away.
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| Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame.
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| The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lewis.
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| Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
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| Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
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| By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
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| If it’s thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart’s in my step.
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| You’ve never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
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| Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me.
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| As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles. |