Will a man sell his soulWhen a man wants to
Here in the IslesRest for a whileGreen rolling hillsTime doth
For I, will live in your lifeAnd all your sorrow
For I'll never see you. againAnd I'll never please you.
I woke up on a gaelic mornThe kindred soul within
Through an age of fighting menWhen sword was mightier than
In the curragh and off we goO'er to Scotland's shores
There in a timeless land, a long time agoA warrior
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