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The wind is fair, the day is fine
And swiftly, swiftly runs the time;
The boat is floating on the tide
That wafts me off from Fiunary.

We must up and haste away,
We must up and haste away,
We must up and haste away,
Farewell, farewell to Fiunary.

A thousand, thousand tender ties,
Awake this day my plaintive sighs;
My heart within me almost dies
At thought of leaving Fiunary.

But I must leave those happy vales,
See, see they spread the flapping sails!
Adieu, adieu my native dales!
Farewell, farewell to Fiunary.

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Source: Singing Together, Autumn 1971, BBC Publications

Described as "Traditional Scottish tune, Words by Rev. Norman Macleod." Taken from New Scottish Orpheus from Patterson's Publications, Ltd.

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