With cases of leather,
Adorned with white heather,
Our spirits are blown on the wind
Like a feather.
We’re in this together.
We pray for good weather,
And vow to remain at the
Start of our tether.
Adorned with white heather,
Our spirits are blown on the wind
Like a feather.
We’re in this together.
We pray for good weather,
And vow to remain at the
Start of our tether.
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