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Fife was a shadow across the Forth as the Granton boat pulled out Over the sea and the solid earth the mist lay all about And a rising wind from the Isle of May o’er the ruffled waters strode And blew us a clear October day to ride on the Highland Road There’s a winding road from Glenfarg to the mouth of the river Tay The mountains beckon beyond Dunkeld to lead us on our way Now Killicrankie’s famous Pass, a battle lost and won From the old enchanted Atholl lands, grim heart of Caledon
