| Drums in my heart are drummin
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| I hear the bagpipes hummin
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| My Bonnie Lassie’s comin over the sea
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| My heart with her she’s bringin
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| I hear the blue bells ringin
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| Soon we’ll be highland flingin
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| My love and me
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| Somewhere a ship and crew
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| Sails o’er the ocean blue
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| Bringing, oh, bringing
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| My bonnie back to me
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| That’s why the drums are drummin
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| That’s why the pips are hummin
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| My Bonnie Lassie’s comin, comin to me
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| Sad are the lads she’s leavin
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| Many a sigh they’re heavin
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| Even the heather’s grievin, cryin with dew
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| She’s left her native highland
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| To come and live in my land
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| She’ll love the folks who smile
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| And say, «how-de-do»
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| I’ll meet her at the shore
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| Playin the pipes for her
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| Dressed in a kilt and a tam’oshanter too
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| Drums in my heart are drummin
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| I hear the bagpipes hummin
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| My Bonnie Lassie’s comin, comin to me |