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Now I've been away for a long
long time across the rolling sea My faither was a soldier lad so a sailor I would be Now I've had something taken while away across the
foam But the greatest fear
and all the luck is when you're sailing home Ay when you're sailing up the Clyde, sailing up the
Clyde, Back to Bonnie
Scotland where the auld folk bide There's a lump comes in your throat and a tear ye
cannie hide And ye're
rolling back tae Scotland an yir ain fireside.
Now my pals came down to see me
off on the day I sailed away They brought a flask of whisky that was made in USA I said goodbye good luck old pals, I'll see you in
September I took one drink
and then fell down and the next thing I remember ... I was sailing up the Clyde, sailing up the Clyde, Back tae Bonnie Scotland where the auld fowk bide There's a lump comes in your throat and a tear ye
cannie hide When ye're
rolling back tae Scotland and yir ain fireside.
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