Make me wings of swan's feather,
tie them with the purple heather.
Carry me through all weather,
Well it wasn't the men from Shercock,
no the men from Ballet Bay.
But the darlin' men from across my glen
And I take one a -steppin'
And they take one step to me
And I toss my coin at the crossroads
And I did just as I pleased
And I share the dirt with the strangers,
And I travel the whole world over,
but I'm back up on my knees
I take more than the luck of the Irish,
sir, to sail the seven seas
And it wasn't the men from Shercock,
nor the men from Ballet Bay
But the darlin' men from across my glen
And I take one a -steppin'
And they take one step to me
Tie them with a purple heather
Carry me through all weather,
In Candish town I flipped a card
and I dirtied what was clean
And I left that room as lonely
And it wasn't the men from a Shercock,
no the men from a Ballet Bay
But the darlin' men from across my glen
And I take one a -steppin'
and they take one step to me
Tie them with a purple heather
Carry me through all weather
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