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Will Fyffe
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. |
