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When the Atime comes
DAnd the last day dawns
AAnd the air of the piper warms
DThe high crags of the old country
When the Aholy wind blows
Like burned paper Daway
And Awise men concede
That there?s more than one Eway
More than one Dpath
More than one Abook
More than one Dfisherman
More than one Ehook
When the Fmcats have Eall been Dskinned
And the Fmfish have Eall been Dhooked
When the Fmmasters of Ewar
Are our Dmasters no Emore
When old Afriends take their whiskey
Outside on the Dporch
Raise a Aglass to their comrades
Who carry their Dtorches
We Awill have done well
If we?re able to Dsay
As the Asun settles down
On that final Eday
That we never gave Din
That we did all we Acould
BmSo Fthe kids could go fDishing E
In crystal clear Abrooks.
That we never gave Din
That we did all we Acould
BmSo Fthe kids could go fDishing E
In crystal clear Abrooks.
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