Knockando

I had a glass of Knockando
 Ah yes I really did
 the flames that lived, they were blue
 as they recalled the red
 Had a glass of Knockando
 This is what I said
 You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good
 can you hear the cracklin' fire
 of the old pine wood
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 Now everywhere that I may roam
 I'm greiving all the while
 from the valley where I longst to be
 I wander in exile
 Had a glass of Knockando
 This is what I said
 You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good
 can you hear the cracklin' heart
 of the old pine wood
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 No can do what I dream of
 in the dark and bloody ground
 No can do good for you
 I'll see you all around
 Had a glass of Knockando
 This is what I said
 You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good
 can you hear the cracklin' heart
 of the old pine wood
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 Go ye to the little black hill
 go again you will
 enough for me, enough for you
 and a glass of Knockando
 Had a glass of Knockando
 This is what I said
 You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good
 can you hear the cracklin' heart
 of the old pine wood