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Where Will You Go
Where will you go my faithful fair one?
What will you do when ye are on your own?
Whither, oh tell me, shall you wander?
December's hard winds are blowin' cruel and cold
And the snow lies deep
And the rivers white
And the sea is high
Raging is the tide
And may my love ride with you on the road to valor
And may the eye of heaven guide your soul with light
And may your foes be slain with easy hand wherever they be
Fair judgement be there on the day you pay the price
When the battle's nigh
And the pipes blow strong
Hear the battle cry
Of the highland throng
And the snow lies deep
And the rivers white
And the sea is high
Raging is the tide
Where will you go, my faithful fair one?
What will you do when you are on your own?
Whither, tell me, shall you wander?
December's hard winds are blowin' cruel and cold
When the battle's nigh
And the pipes blow strong
Hear the battle cry
Of the highland throng
And the snow lies deep
And the rivers white
And the sea is high
Raging is the tide
When the battle's nigh
And the pipes blow strong
Hear the battle cry
Of the highland throng
Where will you go my faithful fair one?
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Where will you go my faithful fair one?
Of the highland throng
Hear the battle cry
And the pipes blow strong
When the battle's nigh
Raging is the tide
And the sea is high
And the rivers white
And the snow lies deep
Of the highland throng
Hear the battle cry
And the pipes blow strong
When the battle's nigh
December's hard winds are blowin' cruel and cold
Whither, tell me, shall you wander?
What will you do when you are on your own?
Where will you go, my faithful fair one?
Raging is the tide
And the sea is high
And the rivers white
And the snow lies deep
Of the highland throng
Hear the battle cry
And the pipes blow strong
When the battle's nigh
Fair judgement be there on the day you pay the price
And may your foes be slain with easy hand wherever they be
And may the eye of heaven guide your soul with light
And may my love ride with you on the road to valor
Raging is the tide
And the sea is high
And the rivers white
And the snow lies deep
December's hard winds are blowin' cruel and cold
Whither, oh tell me, shall you wander?
What will you do when ye are on your own?
Where will you go my faithful fair one?
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