| Take me please, I beg you, across the emerald sea
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| I’m nearly dead from waiting for your hand to reach for me
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| The day is near upon us, turning a bluish-grey
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| The air is getting warmer and it’s time we hauled away
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| Turn for home, will ye go lassie go?
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| We’ve done all we can, so let’s sail away from the things of man now, go
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| Time is near upon us, I long to see the day
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| When all is put to balance and the evil cast away
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| Do you hear me trying to reach you with every breath I take?
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| I call you down from the mountain top, will ya come to break me
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| Come to take me home, will ye go lassie go?
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| We’ve done all we can, so let’s sail away from the things of man now, go
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| Turn for home, will ye go lassie go?
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| We’ve done all we can, so let’s sail away from the things of man now, go
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| Take me please, I beg you, across that crimson lake
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| The blood of ancient heroes foaming in our wake
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| The broken savage coast ahead will recognise her own
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| Rocks will march into the sea and guard our passage
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| Guard our passage home, will ye go lassie go?
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| We’ve done all we can, so let’s sail away from the things of man now, go
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| Turn for home, will ye go lassie go?
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| We’ve done all we can, so let’s sail away from the things of man now, go |