| There was a warm wind with the high tide
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| On the south side of the hill
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| When a young girl went a-walking
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| And I followed with a will
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| Good day to you, my fine young lady
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| With your lips so sweetly full
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| May I help you comb your long hair
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| Sweep it from that brow so cool
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| Up, ride with the kelpie
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| I’ll steal your soul to the deep
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| If you don’t ride with me while the devil’s free
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| I’ll ride with somebody else
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| Well, I’m a man when I’m feeling
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| The urge to step ashore
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| So I may charm you, not alarm you
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| Tell you all fine things and more
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| Up, ride with the kelpie
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| I’ll steal your soul to the deep
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| If you don’t ride with me while the devil’s free
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| I’ll ride with somebody else
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| Say goodbye to all your dear kin
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| For they hate to see you go
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| In your young prime to this place of mine
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| In the still loch far below
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| Up, ride with the kelpie
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| I’ll steal your soul to the deep
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| If you don’t ride with me while the devil’s free
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| I’ll ride with somebody else
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| Up, ride with the kelpie
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| I’ll steal your soul to the deep
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| If you don’t ride with me while the devil’s free
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| I’ll ride with somebody else
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| Up, ride with the kelpie
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| I’ll steal your soul to the deep |