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SCee the bright new moon is rising,
AFbove the land of blCack and Ggreen
HCear the rebels voices calling,
I wiFll not dCie 'till you buGry mCe
The auCnt upstairs in the bFed she is calCling,
WhFy has he forsCaken Gme
FadCed pictures iFn the halClway,
WhiFch one of thCem brown ghoGsts is hCe
BlCess the wind that shakes the barley,
CuFrse the spade and cuCrse the plGough
I'Cve counted years and weFeks and dCays,
And I wiFsh to GCod I was wiGth you nCow
FCare thee well me blaFck-haired diamond,
FCare thee well me own AisGling
ACt night foFnd dreams of yCou still haFunt me,
FCar acrFoss the greGy north sCea
And the wFind it blows from the NGorth and South,
TFo the East And to the WeGst
I wFill be like the wiGnd my love,
ForF I will know no reAmst 'tiCll I reFturn tGo thCee
Am1, 2, 3 telegraph poles,
StanFding on the coGld black roAmad
The night is fading into morning,
GFive us a drop of your sweGet poAmitin
The raAmin was lashing - the sun was rising,
The wiFnd was howling throGugh the trAmees
The madness from the mountains crawling,
When IF saw you fiGrst my own AisAmling
BlCess the wind that shakes the barley,
CuFrse the spade and cuCrse the plGough
I'Cve counted years and weFeks and dCays,
And I wiFsh to GCod I was wiGth you nCow
FCare thee well me blaFck-haired diamond,
FCare thee well me own AisGling
ACt night foFnd dreams of yCou still haFunt me,
FCar acrFoss the greGy north sCea
Lots of Love,
Bart
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