We are now in America In the shade of the never-ending forest When winter departs and warmth returns Nut, apples and sugar will grow.
Bear my farewell and greeting the Kintail and its cattle, Where I spent my time of upbringing when I was a young child There dark haired lads would dance heel and toe to the music And lassies with flowing tresses and cheeks like the rose.
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