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John Mcdermott

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My Ain Folk

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John Mcdermott » My Ain Folk

Far frae my hame i wander but still my thoughts return
To my ain folk over yonder in the sheiling by the burn
I see the cosy ingle and the mist upon the brae
And joy and sadness mingle as i list some auld world lay

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And it' oh but i'm longing for my ain folk
Though they be but lowly pure and plain folk
I am far beyond the sea but my heart will always be
At home in dear old scotland wi' my ain folk

A bonnie lassie's greetin' tho' she tries tae stay the tears
And sweet will be our meeting after many weary years
How my mother will caress me when i'm standing by her side
Now she prays that heaven will bless me through the stormy seas divide

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John Mcdermott » Í albúmi

Flow Gently Sweet Afton
Kathleen
Galway Bay
The Harp That Once
My Bonnie
Annie Laurie
The Spinningwheel
Wild Mountain Thyme
My Ain Folk
The Spanish Lady
Bluebells Of Scotland
The Cliffs Of Dooneen
When I Grow Too Old To Dream
Scotland For Ever (scotland The Brave)
The Lark In The Clear Air
Barbara Allan
The Fields Of Athenry
Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms

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