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Farewell to Fiunary
Heather Island
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What else can we say, this happens all too often on our travels.  The air used here is Heather Island.


The air is clear the day is fine, and swiftly swiftly flows the time
The boat is floating on the tide that wafts me off from Fiunary


    We must up and haste away, we must up and haste away
    We must up and haste away, farewell, farewell tae Fiunary

A thousand, thousand tender ties awake this day my plaintive sighs
My heart within me almost dies, at thocht of leaving Fiunary


But I must leave these happy vales, see how they fill, the spreading sails
Adieu, adieu, my native dales, farewell, farewell tae Fiunary



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