| Farewell you braes o' Sutherland,
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| I’ll ne’er see you no more
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| For I must take a strangers path
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| And leave my native shore
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| My friends and my acquaintances
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| I’ll give you now my hand
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| For I will ne’er be back again
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| On the Braes o' Sutherland
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| To the ridges of the old Ben More,
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| I bid a fond adieu
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| To Rosehall and to Bonar Bridge,
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| I leave my heart with you
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| To the rolling banks o' the Oykel
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| And to Dornoch’s gentle sands
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| I wish you well my comrades there
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| On the Braes of Sutherland
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| Farewell you roads to Spinningdale,
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| This chapter now will close
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| To the ghosts that lie at Carbisdale
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| And the downfall of Montrose
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| To Ardgay and to Invershin,
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| No more I’ll walk your sands
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| For I have to leave my memories
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| On the Braes of Sutherland
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| I now will leave my native home
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| For the shores of America
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| My love I leave behind me now,
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| I can no longer stay
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| The orders from the castle came
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| And by the Duke’s right hand
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| I fear that I must leave thee there
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| On the Braes of Sutherland |