Capercaillie
Beautiful Wasteland
My love for the little boy
My love for the little boy,
When will he give me?
When will he give cot' and cleoc from the booth for me?
When he becomes strong
And he leaves the country
When he directs a sledge
And he sends the ewe
When 'she will go to Greenaig
Westward will be her course
There will be a walk with tall trees
'And my love will guide her
When she reaches India
Come here' towards me
I'd rather the tele,
The tele of the riots,
I'd rather the tele bring
Sleit's riots tomorrow
You would find yourself, my love, the egg,
You would find yourself, my love the egg,
You would find yourself, my love the egg
Nam the riots would bring a woman

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