Erin-Go-Bragh

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Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the 
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shire o Argyll
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A've traivellt this country for 
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mony's the mile
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A've traivellt thro Irelan, 
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Scotlan an aa
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An the name ah go under's bauld 
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Erin-go-Bragh

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Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked 
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doun the street
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Whan a saucy big polis A chanced 
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for tae meet
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He glowert in ma face an he gied 
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me some jaw
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Sayin whan cam ye owre, bauld 
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Erin-go-Bragh?

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Well, A am not A Pat tho in 
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Irelan A've been
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Nor am A a Paddy tho Irelan A've 
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seen
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But were A a Paddy that's nothing 
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at ah
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For thair's mony's a bauld hero 
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from Erin-go-Bragh

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Well A know ye're a Pat by the 
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cut o yer hair
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Bit ye ah turn tae Scotsmen as 
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sune as ye're here
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Ye left yer ain countrie for 
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brakin the law
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An we're seizing ah stragglers 
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from Erin-go-Bragh

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An were A a Pat an ye knew it were
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 true
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Or were A the devil, then whit's 
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that tae you?
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Were it no for the stick that ye 
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hauld in yer paw
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Then A'd show ye a game played in 
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Erin-go-Bragh

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An a lump o blackthorn that A 
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held in ma fist
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Aroun his big bodie A made it tae 
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twist
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And the blude fae his napper A 
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quickly did draw
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An paid him stock-an-interest for 
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Erin-go-Bragh

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An the people cam roun like a 
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flock o wild geese
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Sayin catch that daft rascal he's 
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killt the polis
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And for every frins A had Ah sweir
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 he had twa
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It was terrible hard times for 
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Erin-go-Bragh

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Bit a cam tae a wee boat that 
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sails in the Forth
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An A packed up ma gear and A 
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steered for the North
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Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer 
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polis an ah
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An the devil gang wi ye says 
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Erin-go-Bragh

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Sae come ah ye young people, 
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whairever ye're from
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A don't give a damn tae whit place
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 ye belang
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A come from Argyll in the Heilans 
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sae braw
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Bit A ne'er took it ill bein caad 
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Erin-go-Bragh