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— Garcia

Fly we to some desert isle,
As there we'll pass our days together,
Shun the world's derisive smile,
Wandering tenants of the heather:
Sheltered in some lonely glen,
Far removed from mortal ken,
Avoid the selfish ways of men,
Without a wish beyond each other.

Though my friends deride me still,
Jamie, I'll disown thee never;
Let them scorn me as they will,
For I'll be thine and thine for ever.
What are all my kin to me,
With all their pride of pedigree?
And what is life if wanting thee,
And what is death if we maun sever!

Fly we to some desert isle,
As there we'll pass our days together,
Shun the world's derisive smile,
Wandering tenants of the heather:
What are all my kin to me,
With all their pride of pedigree?
And what is life if wanting thee,
And what is death if we maun sever!

Fly we to some desert isle,
As there we'll pass our days together,
Shun the world's derisive smile,
Wandering tenants of the heather:
What are all my kin to me,
With all their pride of pedigree?
And what is life if wanting thee,
And what is death if we maun sever!