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Chorus When I die, bury me low,Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow, A sweeter place I never did know, Than the rolling hills o' the border I I hae travelled far and wide,Senn the Hudson and seen the Clyde, I've courted by Loch Lomondsside but I dearly love the border Chorus When I die, bury me low,Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow, A sweeter place I never did know, Than the rolling hills o' the border II Often I hae mind o' the dayWi' my lass, I strolled by the Tay, But all it's beauty fades away Among the hills o' the border Chorus When I die, bury me low,Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow, A sweeter place I never did know, Than the rolling hills o' the border III There's a certain peace of mindBonnie lasses there you'll find Men so sturdy, men so kind Among the hills o' the border Chorus When I die, bury me low,Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow, A sweeter place I never did know, Than the rolling hills o' the border (??)
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