BLIND ANGUS (Gordon Menzies) 
Gaberlunzie


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Far away in a northern land, where high the mighty mountains stands,
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‘Tis said there dwells a hermit man, Blind Angus of the Hill.
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Ancient as the very stone that Jacob laid his head upon.
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In mountain cave he dwells alone, Blind Angus of the Hill.
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Oft has he saved a drowning child, and countless times cruel death beguiled,
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Within the gleam of winter’s smile when ice bedecks the rill.
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Travelers in the drifting snow, knowing not which way to go,
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Find safety by his campfire glow—Blind Angus of the Hill. 


Chorus: 
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Angus is forever young. The birds and beasts to him have sung.
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Each in their own bewildering tongue, and time for him stands still.
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His spirit is with nature twined, conversing with the fairy kind.
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Angus rules the very wild—Blind Angus of the Hill. 
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‘Twas in the rule of old King James, for witchcraft Angus lay in chains.
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He healed the sick, he cured the lame by sorcery, ‘tis said.
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His eyes were both put out for shame as chained he stood ‘neath the hellish flame,
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A vision from the sky there came, and this is what was said. 
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“The birds and beasts will all unite, to see for you both day and night.
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To you the gift of second sight is granted with a will.
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The mountain path of life you’ll climb, until the very end of time. 
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A guardian of all mankind—Blind Angus of the Hill.” 
Chorus: 
Angus is forever young. The birds and beasts to him have sung.
Each in their own bewildering tongue, and time for him stands still.
His spirit is with nature twined, conversing with the fairy kind.
Angus rules the very wild—Blind Angus of the Hill.


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 and youll find a lot more than just some wee folkies