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Fly We To Some Desert Isle- by Emily Smith.
It's a poem written by the Scottish poet, Robert Tannahill. It's very simple and beautiful.
Fly we to some desert isle,
There we'll pass our days together,
Shun the world's derisive smile,
Wand'ring tenants of the heather:
Shelter'd in some lonely glen,
Far remov'd from mortal ken,
Forget the selfish ways o' men,
Nor feel a wish beyond each other.
2. Though my friends deride me still,
Jamie, I'll disown thee never;
Let them scorn me as they will,
I'll be thine-and thine for ever.
What are a' my kin to me,
A' their pride o' pedigree?
What were life, if wanting thee,
And what were death, if we maun sever!
A bit...calmer? than what I usually listen to, but I've been in a mood lately.
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