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THE LAD OF BENARTY.
Happy the man wha belangs to nae party,
But sits in his ain hoose an' looks at Benarty.
But sits in his ain hoose an' looks at Benarty.
On the dome of the Lomond I lie
With my head on a bed of red heather;
I see but the clouds and the sky,
But whether above me, or whether
Below me, I care not a fly
Or a feather!
With my head on a bed of red heather;
I see but the clouds and the sky,
But whether above me, or whether
Below me, I care not a fly
Or a feather!
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Far down in the town there's a din
Where the blues are abused by the yellows,
For the yellows are likely to win
And the blues are resentful and jealous;
—I laugh in my sleeve and my skin
At the fellows!
Where the blues are abused by the yellows,
For the yellows are likely to win
And the blues are resentful and jealous;
—I laugh in my sleeve and my skin
At the fellows!
And happy the chappie, say I,
Who sails in the tail of no party:
He laughs as he looks to the sky
With a laugh that is low down and hearty;
Or he sits in his house with his eye
On Benarty!
Who sails in the tail of no party:
He laughs as he looks to the sky
With a laugh that is low down and hearty;
Or he sits in his house with his eye
On Benarty!
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