paroles de chanson My Donald - Cara Dillon
My
Donald
he
works
on
the
sea
On
the
waves
that
blow
wild
and
free
He
splices
the
ropes
and
sets
the
sails
While
southward
he
rolls
tae
the
home
o
the
whale
He
ne′er
thinks
o
me
far
behind
Or
the
torments
that
rage
in
my
mind
He's
mine
for
only
half
part
o
the
year
Then
I′m
left
all
alane
wi
nowt
but
a
tear
Ye
ladies
wha
smell
o
wild
rose
Think
ye
for
your
perfume
tae
whaur
a
man
goes
Think
ye
o
the
wives
and
the
bairnies
wha
yearn
For
a
man
ne'er
returnin
frae
huntin
the
sperm
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