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I am Miss Pancake Taylor. I have come from very far away to take care of my family Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Sometimes I have helpers; my friends the Blackthorn-Badgers. They are very old Scotsmen. I am very glad to meet you.

Thursday, 13 June 2013

I Will Go Lyrics


I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier.
I will go, I will go

When the King's son came along
He called us all together
Saying, brave heilan men
Will you fight for my father.
I will go, I will go

I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go

I've a buckle on my belt
A sword in my scabbard
A red coat on my back
And a shilling in my pocket
I will go I will go

I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go

When they put us all on board
The lassies were singing
But the tears came to their eyes
When the bells started ringing
I will go, I will go

When we landed on the shore
And saw the foreign heather
We knew that some would fall
And would stay there forever
I will go, I will go

I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go

When we came back to the glen
The winter was turning
Our goods lay in the snow
And our houses were burning
I will go
I will go

I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go

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