| My name is MacDonald
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| I got myself a farm
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| And on that farm, I got be some negroes
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| Just to give the place a little charm
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| Now I was born in the Highlands
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| Come out here back in fifty-four
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| Come out to the Carolinas
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| To start again on a new-found shore
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| Now I ain’t got no taxman
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| And I ain’t got no chief, too
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| Gonna make a fresh start as a freeman
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| My niggers gonna see me through
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| Oh, yeah! |
| They gonna see me through!
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| I got no future in my ain country
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| Couldn’t go back if I wanted to
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| So I came out here to old Cape Fear
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| But now the revolution’s come here too
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| Governer came down, and said:
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| «You Highland men! |
| You got to fight now for your King!»
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| And the funniest thing is that thirty years ago
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| Bonnie Charlie said the exact same thing
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| With a Patriot here and a Loyalist there
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| I got the independence blues
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| Ain’t gonna fight no more on a losing score
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| So King Georgie let me fight for you
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| Hey, Georgie! |
| Let me fight for you!
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| My sins hae been mony
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| An' my sorrows hae been sair
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| But there they’ll never vex me
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| Or be remembered mair
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| For his bluid has made me white
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| An His han' shall dry my e’e
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| When he brings me hame at last
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| To my ain countrie |