| Down the Buckney den the burn crashes brown from
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| The Autumn spate
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| The spreading hazels rustle as they bend and sway
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| As they laden wait
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| My fathers they have walked this road
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| And now I know
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| And yes didn’t they know
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| There is no great and heavy load
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| And now I know
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| And yes didn’t they know
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| Fa la-a la la la-a
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| We stand on Solid Ground on Solid Ground
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| Fa la-a la la la-a
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| We stand on Solid Ground
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| Across the Arlick face the amber sun beats down
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| To tinge the vivid green
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| I hear it wide and loud, feel it wild and proud,
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| The way it’s always been
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| My fathers they have looked this way
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| And now I know
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| And yes didn’t they know
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| No clever words we have to say
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| And now I know
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| And yes didn’t they know
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| Fa la-a la la la-a
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| We stand on Solid Ground on Solid Ground
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| Fa la-a la la la-a
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| We stand on Solid Ground
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| It’s the land-it is our wisdom
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| It’s the land-it shines us through
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| It’s the land-it feeds our children
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| It’s the land-you cannot own the land
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| The land owns you
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| Where is the honest truth? |
| Where is the open road?
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| Where is the simple smile?
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| A couthie word or two for the passing stranger
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| Who may rest a while
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| My fathers they have said these things
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| And now I know
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| And yes didn’t they know
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| The joy that shared friendship brings
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| And now I know
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| And yes didn’t they know
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| Fa la-a la la la-a
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| We stand on Solid Ground on Solid Ground
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| Fa la-a la la la-a
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| We stand on Solid Ground
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| It’s the land-it is our wisdom
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| It’s the land-it shines us through
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| It’s the land-it feeds our children
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| It’s the land-you cannot own the land
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| The land owns you |