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( Song Ballad ) You say you don't understand me, Here's a bargain for free I'll be sellin' you true ; We'll go to a place, above the sea raging, An' get down to what's troubling you. When I was a lad, I remember my dad, Would take me on walks down 'Langtrae Doon' ; He'd tell me great stories, of sailing ship glories, An' somedays just whistle a tune :   *Slip away, slip away ;   He'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'   I'll tell you my girl, that the cares of the world, They don't matter much round 'Langtrae Doon.'* Rueful me mother was, six children never loved, An' pride was offensively used ; 'You'll never amount to a thing,' she would state it, Ashamed she was of her own brood :   *Slip away, slip away ;   She'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'   So but on your bonnet, I'll write you a sonnet,   We'll get down to 'Langtrae Doon.'* Father died a broken man, just now, you'll understand, Lord knows they buried him cruel ; Left his debts unpaid, he never owned land, But in his heart was 'Langtrae Doon.' :   *Slip away, slip away ;   He'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'   So but on your bonnet, I'll write you a sonnet,   We'll get down to 'Langtrae Doon.'* .
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
Langtrae Doon
( Song Ballad ) You say you don't understand me, Here's a bargain for free I'll be sellin' you true ; We'll go to a place, above the sea raging, An' get down to what's troubling you. When I was a lad, I remember my dad, Would take me on walks down 'Langtrae Doon' ; He'd tell me great stories, of sailing ship glories, An' somedays just whistle a tune :   *Slip away, slip away ;   He'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'   I'll tell you my girl, that the cares of the world, They don't matter much round 'Langtrae Doon.'* Rueful me mother was, six children never loved, An' pride was offensively used ; 'You'll never amount to a thing,' she would state it, Ashamed she was of her own brood :   *Slip away, slip away ;   She'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'   So but on your bonnet, I'll write you a sonnet,   We'll get down to 'Langtrae Doon.'* Father died a broken man, just now, you'll understand, Lord knows they buried him cruel ; Left his debts unpaid, he never owned land, But in his heart was 'Langtrae Doon.' :   *Slip away, slip away ;   He'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'   So but on your bonnet, I'll write you a sonnet,   We'll get down to 'Langtrae Doon.'* .
#love#clan#dreams#spirit#peace#sorrow
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Irish
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
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