| To The Moon
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| Fear-Allabain
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| 'Stric tha thu 'g radh nach fhaigh thu cadal
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| E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
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| Mucht' mat a tha thu a' tamh a’s a bhaile
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| Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
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| 'Smor tha an iondrainn a tha bhuat-sa
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| E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
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| Dhol leis a; |
| ghaoith ghlan mar bu dual dhut
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| hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
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| Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
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| 'S e do chridhe as fhearr a dh’aithnicheas
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| Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
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| Cur an rathad mor fo d' chasan-sa
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| The Wanderer
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| You often say you can’t get sleep
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| Suffocating as you are in the city
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| Much you long for what you lack
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| To go with the cleansing wind as heredity dictates
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| Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
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| Your heart it is that knows best
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| Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
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| Set your feet on the highway |