| In one of these lonely Orkney Isles
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| There dwelled a maiden fair
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| Her cheeks were red, her eyes were blue
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| She had yellow, curling hair
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| Which caught the eye and then the heart
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| Of one who could never be
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| A lover of so true a mind
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| Or fair a form as she
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| Across the lake in Sandwick
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| Dwelled a youth she held most true
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| And ever since her infancy
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| He had watched these eyes so blue
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| The land runs out to the sea —
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| It’s a narrow neck of land —
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| Where weird and grim the Standing Stones
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| In a circle where they stand
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| One bonny moonlight Christmas Eve
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| They met at that sad place
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| With her heart in glee and the beams of love
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| Were shining on her face
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| When her lover came and he grasped her hand
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| And what loving words they said
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| They talked of future’s happy days
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| As through the stones they strayed
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| They walked toward the lovers' stone
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| And through it passed their hands
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| They plighted there a constant troth
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| Sealed by love’s steadfast bands
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| He kissed his maid and then he watched her
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| That lonely bridge go o’er
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| For little, little did he think
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| He wouldn’t see his darling more
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| Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
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| Gazing out to sea
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| Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
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| Bring my love to me!
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| He turned his face toward his home
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| That home he did never see
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| And you shall have the story
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| As it was told to me
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| When a form upon him sprang
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| With a dagger gleaming bright
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| It pierced his heart and his dying screams
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| Disturbed the silent night
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| This maid had nearly reached her home
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| When she was startled by a cry
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| And she turned to look around her
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| And her love was standing by
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| His hand was pointing to the stars
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| And his eyes gazed at the light
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| And with a smiling countenance
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| He vanished from her sight
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| She quickly turned and home she ran
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| Not a word of this was said
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| For well she knew at seeing his form
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| That her faithful love was dead
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| And from that day she pined away
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| Not a smile seen on her face
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| And with outstretched arms she went to meet him
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| In a brighter place
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| Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
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| Gazing out to sea
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| Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
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| Bring my love to me!
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| Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
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| Gazing out to sea
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| Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
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| Bring my love to me! |