| Fiona
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| Many a lassie as ev’ryone knows’ll
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| Try to be married before twenty-five.
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| So she’ll agree to most any proposal.
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| All he mus’be is a man, an’alive.
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| I hold a dream an’there’s no compromisin'
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| I know there’s one certain laddie for me.
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| One day he’ll come walkin’o’er the horizon:
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| But should he not, then an old maid I’ll be.
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| Foolish, ye may say.
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| Foolish I will stay.
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| Waitin’for my dearie, an’happy am I to hold my heart till he comes strollin’by.
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| When he comes, my dearie, one look an’I’ll know
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| That he’s the dearie I’ve been wantin’so.
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| Though I’ll live forty lives till the day he arrives,
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| I’ll not ever, ever grieve.
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| For my hopes will be high that he’ll come strollin’by;
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| For ye see, I believe
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| That there’s a laddie weary, and wanderin’free,
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| Who’s waitin’for his dearie:
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| Me!
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| 1st Girl
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| What do ye do while ye’re waitin’around
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| For your lad to come your way?
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| Fiona
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| Well, when no one is lookin', ye kneel on the ground,
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| An’ye pray an’pray an’pray!
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| 2nd girl
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| But when lassies sit an’have no men,
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| Oh, how long becomes the night.
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| Fiona
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| But I fear the night is longer when the lad’s no’right.
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| Waitin’for my dearie is sweeter to me Than wooin’any laddie on the lea.
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| Girls
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| Dreamin’of your dearie, an’idlin’the day
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| Fiona
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| That’s how I am an’how I’ll ever stay.
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| Though I’ll live forty lives till the day he arrives,
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| I’ll not ever, ever grieve.
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| For my hopes will be high that he’ll come strollin’by;
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| For ye see, I believe
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| Fiona and Girls
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| That there’s a laddie weary, an’wanderin’free,
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| who’s waitin’for his dearie:
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| Fiona
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| Me! |