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The caged stork
Echo of Dalriada
All alone the stork is standing,
Where some fields ends he is standing,
Dearly he would rise and soar,
Far away to
Sea and shore,
His cut wings, tough, keep him standing.
Waiting, waiting, ever waiting;
Cripled wings, gow out again.
He would rise high, ever rising,
Where the sky is
Open wide
And were freedom’s blue keeps shining.
Where some fields ends he is standing,
Dearly he would rise and soar,
Far away to
Sea and shore,
His cut wings, tough, keep him standing.
Waiting, waiting, ever waiting;
Cripled wings, gow out again.
He would rise high, ever rising,
Where the sky is
Open wide
And were freedom’s blue keeps shining.
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