I learned this recently from a Scottish friend. The lyrics as she sings them are as follows: THE SANDS OF THE SHORE CHORUS: The sands o' the shore and the waves o' the sea; When his back is turned, he's a stranger to me, Aye, a stranger to me, and as strange as can be; I care nae more for him than the waves o' the sea. I aince had a true love, but noo I hae nane; He took awa' my hairt, but I got it back again. Aye, I got it back again, and as frail though it be, I care nae more for him than the waves o' the sea. CHORUS: He gave me the present of a fine diamond ring; He thought it would entice me to gang awa' wi' him, But I wasnae sae foolish as he took me to be-- For I care nae more for him than the waves o' the sea. CHORUS: Oh he is the son of some high-rankin' kin, While I am just the daughter of a poor workin' man. But he can drink his wine, and I'll sip my tea; Fow I care nae more for him than the waves o' the sea.
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