Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
The old man looks in the inglenook and wonders
His brother in a foreign land he must remain
When doubt about the life he'd choose
They each would wear the other one's shoes
This motherland is a source of constant pain
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
Rumbling Brig, I hear your music calling
In the outback, still I heard your song
Living off of foreign fields
With far more fish than the burn could yield
This trip will be my last and it won't be long
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
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