a ballad (sung low and slow with the whine of a blustery wind and a belly full of beer)
the laird of my heart,
oh, he's the laird of my heart.
over loch and great glen,
my heart I did send.
I gave him my time,
I thought he was mine.
the laird of my heart,
oh, he's the laird of my heart.
his love I held dear,
without any fear.
he left what he made,
his feeling did fade.
the laird of my heart,
oh, he's the laird of my heart.
now the loch holds my tears,
what will come of the years.
he owns my sad heart,
even if we're apart.
the laird of my heart,
oh, he's the laird of my heart.
the laird of my heart,
oh, he's the laird of my heart.
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