In my Fathers own land I was born to be free
I was born to the Islands the boats & the sea
To live & to work as my Father had done
But I don't plan to follow the young ones who've gone.

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Fare thee well fare thee well my Island my home
It's away oe'r the ocean now I must roam
To find a new land & to learn a new way
But I hope to return in the future one day.

The homes are all empty no fires in the hearth
As the nettles grow tall all along the old path
Where children without as they played their old games
Now the children have grown up the Islands the same

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I have known the bad days of the wild roaring surf
And the rain on my face as I cut the peat turf
And I tended the nets in the soft evening glow
These are my memories where ever I go.

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All the people have gone now sheep graze the land
Where my kinfolk once lived there is only the sound
Of the wind & the waves as the wild seabirds fly
Though my heart aches with sadness I must say goodbye
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