| The year’s wearin' tae the wane
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| And day is fadin' west awa
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| Out raves the torrent and the rain
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| And dark the cloud comes doon the shaw
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| Let the tempest tout and blaw
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| Upon his loudest winter horn
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| Goodnight and joy be with you all
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| We’ll maybe meet again the morn
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| We have wandered far and wide
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| O’er scotland’s hills o’er firth and fell
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| Mony a simple flower we’ve culled
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| And trimmed them wi' the heather bell
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| We’ve ranged the dingle and the dell
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| The hamlet and the baron’s ha'
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| And let us take a kind farewell
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| Goodnight and joy be with you all
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| Though i was wayward you were kind
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| And sorrowed when i went astray
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| For o my strains were often wild
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| As winds upon a winter day
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| The far i led you from the way
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| Forgie a minstrel anince for a'
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| A tear fas wi' his parting lay
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| Goodnight and joy be with you a' |