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The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill

With biography, illustrations, and music
 
 

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FLY WE TO SOME DESERT ISLE.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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FLY WE TO SOME DESERT ISLE.

Fly we to some desert isle,
There we 'll pass our days together,
Shun the world's derisive smile,
Wand'ring tenants of the heather;
Sheltered in some lonely glen,
Far removed from mortal ken,
Forget the selfish ways o' men,
Nor feel a wish beyond each other.
Though my friends deride me still,
Jamie, I 'll disown thee never;
Let them scorn me as they will,
I 'll be thine—and thine for ever!
What are a' my kin to me,
A' their pride o' pedigree?
What were life, if wanting thee,
And what were death, if we maun sever!