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Farewell to Funery

Farewell to Funery

Wind is fare and the day is fine
And swiftly swiftly runs the time
The boat is floating on the tide
That wafts me off from Funery

     We must up and haste away
     We must up and haste away
     We must up and haste away
     Farewell, farewell to Funery

Thousand, thosand tender tides
Awake this day my plaintive cries
My hear within me almost dies
At thought of leaving Funery

     CHORUS

I musty leave these happy dales
See, see they spread their flapping sails
Adeau, adeau my native vales
Farewell, farewell to Funery

     CHORUS

     BREAK

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Recorded by Knowe-O-Deil
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Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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