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THE FERRYBANK PIPER (Robbie O'Connell) By the river in the even time the piper used to play And down along the railway tracks he'd play songs sad and gay His pipes were always well in tune and the people used to say His songs would echo in evening tide and carry miles away cho: So here's to the ferrybank piper, may his sad tunes never die May his gay tunes raise your weary hearts, till in your grave you lie Some times he'd pipe a haunting tune, sometimes he'd hum a song But always a crowd would gather and follow him along And the sound of thier voices in the evening sky would rise and linger long But no more they echo on the evening tide, now that he is gone. And now when I walk down that way and hear the river flow I think of that old piper and the songs he used to know A happy tune runs thru my head and I sing it soft and low And I think I hear the echo of the evening tide, like the days of long ago @Scottish @music filename[ FERRYPIP ED |
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