Moorland Toasts and Sea-bound Whispers

Lyrics

At the pub by the moor, with a whiskey in hand And a pint of stout, where the folk tales stand While the fiddles do play, a sweet melody I recall my dear lass from over the sea With a glass raised on high, to the green rolling hills Through the laughter and cheers, her memory spills

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