| I hail from the flatlands of East Anglia
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| A town that once could boast prosperity
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| She had trekked for many moons from a land afar
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| But the cruel nets had emptied the northen sea
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| And she said «hoots, I cannae get back tae
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| me hoos in bonny Scotland»
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| Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah!
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| Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah!
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| The elements had taken their toll on her
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| Her face was weather beaten and her hair greasy
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| I had never seen a set of eyes more hazelerer
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| And a tear did fall as she looked up at me
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| And she said «hoots, I cannae get back tae
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| me hoos in bonny Scotland»
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| Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah!
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| Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah!
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| I shall travel with thee
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| For to see your folks in Scotland
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| With their blessing, on one knee
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| I shall ask for your left hand
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| Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah!
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| I shall travel with thee
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| For to see your folks in Scotland
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| With their blessing, on one knee
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| I shall ask for your left hand |