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Rich Man's Silver
The Tannahill Weavers
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A lone heron flies into the last fire of sunset
Wild sea-birds cry, sad for the passing of the day
Had I the wings, there is a dream I'd surely follow
Swiftly they'd bring me where my thoughts soever stray
Long is the night, many's the wave upon the ocean
Dawn's early light finds me so far from native shore
Gladly I came, seeking the joy of rich man's silver
Now is the flame of my dear youth-land golden more
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Black rain and drills calling me here among these strangers
The brewer's ancient skills can't cheer a heart that's growing cold
Carry me o'er like a wild wave on the water
On to the shore of my fair heartland loved of old
A lone heron flies into the last fire of sunset
Wild sea-birds cry, sad for the passing of the day
Had I the wings, there is a dream I'd surely follow
Swiftly they'd bring me where my thoughts soever stray
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