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Celtic Lyrics Corner > Compilations > Scotland The Real > Jimmy's Gone To Flanders
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Lyrics:
Jimmy's gone to Flanders, his fiddle lies upon his bed
It was his father's fiddle, though he's aye been shy to practice it
Jimmy's gone to Flanders, his fishing creel's a tangle
From the nicht he and Willie fished the Earn though there was no moon
Jimmy's gone to Flanders, he spoilt the old dog rotten
With scraps below the table, though I told him time and time again
Jimmy's gone to Flanders, his football boots are sodden
For they've no been near dubbin since he bought them new from Sandy Broon
Chorus:
When Jimmy's home from Flanders, he'll be shamed to clean those football boots
And sort out all thon tangle, for the Earn I hear is fishing good
When Jimmy's home from Flanders, we'll be sat down by the table
And we'll coax him to his fiddle, Jimmy, gie's "The Bonawe Highlanders"
Jimmy's gone to Flanders, though he had a job at Logie's yard
But all the lads were joining, it'll all be over by Christmas time
Jimmy's gone to Flanders, though he's no' the strength his father was
I'm sure he'll be worthy and that Jocky would have burst with pride
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Jimmy's gone to Flanders, and I ken he has a lassie
Her father saw them walking by themselves below the Falls of May
Jimmy's gone to Flanders, he's as secret as his father was
But I caught her weeping as the sergeant marched him to the train
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