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Because he's got no faloorum, faliddle aye oorum
He's got no faloorum, faliddle aye ay He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding-doorum So maids when you're young never wed an old man An old man came courting me, hey ding-doorum down An old man came courting me, me being young An old man came courting me, fain he would marry me Maids when you're young never wed an old man Because he's got no faloorum, faliddle aye oorum He's got no faloorum, faliddle aye ay He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding-doorum So maids when you're young never wed an old man When we went to church, hey ding-doorum down When we went to church, me being young When we went to church, he left me in the lurch Maids when you're young never wed an old man Because he's got no faloorum, faliddle aye oorum He's got no faloorum, faliddle aye ay He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding-doorum So maids when you're young never wed an old man When we went to bed, hey ding-doorum down When we went to bed, me being young When we went to bed, he lay like he was dead Maids when you're young never wed an old man Because he's got no faloorum, faliddle aye oorum He's got no faloorum, faliddle aye ay He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding-doorum So maids when you're young never wed an old man When he went to sleep, hey ding-doorum down When he went to sleep, me being young When he went to sleep, out of bed I did creep Into the arms of a handsome young man And I found his faloorum, faliddle aye oorum I found his faloorum, faliddle aye ay I found his faloorum, he's got my ding-doorum So maids when you're young never wed an old man |
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Westering home and a song in the air Light in the eye and its goodbye to care Laughter o' love and a welcoming there Isle o' my heart my own one Tell me o' lands o' the Orient gay Speak o' the riches and joys o' Cathay Aye but its grand to be wakin' each day To find yourself nearer to Islay (Chorus> Where are the folk like the folk o' the West Cantie and couthie and kindly the best (cheerful and pleasant) There I would hie me and there I would rest (hide) At hame wi' my ain folk in Islay (home with my own) (chorus repeat) |
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