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Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o Argyll
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A've traivellt this country for mony's the mile
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A've traivellt thro Irelan, Scotlan an aa
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An the name ah go under's bauld Erin-go-Bragh

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Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked doun the street
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Whan a saucy big polis A chanced for tae meet
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He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw
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Sayin whan cam ye owre, bauld Erin-go-Bragh?

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Well, A am not A Pat tho in Irelan A've been
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Nor am A a Paddy tho Irelan A've seen
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But were A a Paddy that's nothing at ah
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For thair's mony's a bauld hero from Erin-go-Bragh

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Well A know ye're a Pat by the cut o yer hair
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Bit ye ah turn tae Scotsmen as sune as ye're here
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Ye left yer ain countrie for brakin the law
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An we're seizing ah stragglers from Erin-go-Bragh

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An were A a Pat an ye knew it were true
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Or were A the devil, then whit's that tae you?
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Were it no for the stick that ye hauld in yer paw
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Then A'd show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh

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An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist
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Aroun his big bodie A made it tae twist
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And the blude fae his napper A quickly did draw
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An paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh

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An the people cam roun like a flock o wild geese
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Sayin catch that daft rascal he's killt the polis
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And for every frins A had Ah sweir he had twa
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It was terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh

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Bit a cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth
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An A packed up ma gear and A steered for the North
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Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an ah
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An the devil gang wi ye says Erin-go-Bragh

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Sae come ah ye young people, whairever ye're from
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A don't give a damn tae whit place ye belang
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A come from Argyll in the Heilans sae braw
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Bit A ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh