Farewell to Fiunary
The Tannahill Weavers
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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
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We must up and haste away, we must up and haste away
We must up and haste away, farewell, farewell tae Fiunary
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A thousand, thousand tender ties awake this day my plaintive sighs
My heart within me almost dies, at thocht of leaving Fiunary
Chorus
But I must leave these happy vales, see how they fill, the spreading sails
Adieu, adieu, my native dales, farewell, farewell tae Fiunary