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[D]When winter was brawling, o'er high hills and [C]mountains
And[D] dark were the[G] clouds o'er the[D] deep
rol[C]ling[D] sea,
I[D] spied a wee lass as the daylight was[C] dawning
She was[D] asking the[C] road to[D] sweet Carn[C]loch
[D]Bay.
I said,"My wee lassie, I canna weel teIl ye
The number of miles or how far it might be
But if you'll
consent I'll convoy you a wee bit
And I'll show you the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.
You turn to the right and pass
down by the churchyard
Cross over the river and down by the sea;
We'll call in Pat Hamill's and have a wee drop there
Just
to help us along to sweet Carnloch Bay.
Here's a health to Pat Hamill likewise the wee lassie
And to every laddie
that's listening to me
And ne'er turn your back on a bonnie wee lassie
When she's asking the road to sweet Carnloch
Bay.
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