| When first he rounded Pabay Mor
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| And met the mountain waves alone
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| There was fear till there was fear no more
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| Wild Atlantic son
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| And he learned her gentle he learned her strong
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| Till he could feel her every heaving breath
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| And he knew that he could do no wrong
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| Wild Atlantic son
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| On the shoulders of the ocean
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| On the bare back of the sea
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| Held in her eternal motion
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| Someone to carry me
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| Well, the tide rolls dark round Gallen head
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| And the wind has nowhere left to turn
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| And the broken rocks the sea will bleed
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| Wild Atlantic son
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| And there she sleeps and there she roars
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| And the moment surging foul becomes
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| It’s a force to steal the sailor’s life
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| Wild Atlantic son
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| On the shoulders of the ocean
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| On the bare back of the sea
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| Held in her eternal motion
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| Someone to carry me
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| When first he left the west Loch Roag
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| In gentle calm and sunset fill
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| With wandered eyes he dreamed so still
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| Wild Atlantic son
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| On the shoulders of the ocean
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| On the bare back of the sea
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| Held in her eternal motion
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| Someone to carry me |