Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
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You lonely travellers all
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The cold north winds will blow again
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The winding road does call.
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And will you never return to see
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Your bruised and beaten sons
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O I would, I would if welcome I were
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For they loathe me every one.
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And will you never cut the cloth
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Nor drink the light to be
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And can you never swear a year
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To anyone but he.
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No I will never cut the cloth
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Nor drink the light to be
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But I'll swear a year to he who lies
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Asleep alongside of me.
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Repeat First Verse
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Farewell Farewell
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Mary Black |