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By Capercaillie, It rarely makes the news today, the place where I
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By Capercaillie, I was no more than three days old
Too young to
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By Capercaillie, Spring in Macedonia
The last clean pocket on a blood soaked
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By Capercaillie, Nil Si I nGra
Níl sé ach anuraidh o phós mé
Is
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By Capercaillie, But for you the Cuillin would be
an exact and serrated
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By Capercaillie, The woman who read my palm today was a friend
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By Capercaillie, Fa\ili, fa\ili, fa\ili o/ ro;Fa\ili, fa\ili, fa\ili o/ ro;Fa\ili, fa\ili,
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By Capercaillie, An ciaradh m'fheasgair 's mo bheath' air claoidhMo rosg air
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By Capercaillie, When day is over and life is doneMine eyes have
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By Capercaillie, Alasdair Mhic ohoCholla ghasda ohoAs do laimh-s' gun ohoEarbhainn tapaidh
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By Capercaillie, Alasdair, son of exile ChollaIn your hand I would entrust
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By Capercaillie, Here is the song "Am buchaille ban" which Capercaillie do
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By Capercaillie, An ataireachd bhuan, cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd a\rdTha torann a
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By Capercaillie, O young Charles Stewart, your cause is the reason of
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By Capercaillie, With a crime of passion lie those dreams of yesterday
Broken
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By Capercaillie, Och! a Thearlaich Og Stiubhart'se do chuis rinn mo leireadhThug
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By Capercaillie, What happened to the fisherman's dream?
When they rowed their last
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By Capercaillie, Water lapping round my knees
Golden sand beneath my feet
Would mean
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By Capercaillie, Faili, faili, faili o ro;Faili, faili, faili o ro;Faili, faili,
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By Capercaillie, Thug mi'n oidhche raoir 's mi bruadarMar ri nionagan na
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By Capercaillie, Oh boatman, na ho ro eileOh boatman, na ho ro
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By Capercaillie, Oh, my country you are on my mindfresh, fragrant Uist
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By Capercaillie, She stands at the window
Proud Mary, bad news
Demands from the
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By Capercaillie, Last night I was dreamingof the girls of the cattle
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By Capercaillie, The everlasting swelling, hear the sound of the high swellingThe
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By Capercaillie, Welcome Mother Nature
Welcome to your home
Welcome to the place you
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By Capercaillie, (Verse 1)She's taking her time making up the reasonsTo justify
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By Capercaillie, Mile marbhaisg air a ghaol
O hi ri, ri ri ri
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By Capercaillie, When the smoke clears
and the truth comes shining through.
I will
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By Capercaillie, Is your love a riverof no respite?Will it carry mefrom
