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Wathers o' Moyle an' the white gulls flyin', / Since I was near ye what have I seen? / Deep great seas, an' a sthrong wind sighin' / Night an' day where the waves are green. / "Struth na Moile", the wind goes sighin' / Over a waste o' wathers green.
Slemish an' Trostan, dark wi' heather, / High are the Rockies, airy-blue; / Sure ye have snows in the winter weather, / Here they're lyin' the long year through. / Snows are fair in the summer weather, / Och, an' the shadows between are blue!