Giant

Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road
 Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal
 There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or
 The giant will rise with the moon
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 'Twas the same ancient fever in the Isles of the Blest
 That our fathers brought with them when they went West
 It's the blood of the Druids that never will rest
 The giant will rise with the moon
 So crash the glass down! Move with the tide
 Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside
 Crash the glass down! Fingal will rise
 With the moon
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 In inclement weather the people are fey
 Three thousand year stories as the night slips away
 Remembering Fingal feels not far away
 The giant will rise with the moon
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 The wind's in the north, there be new moon tonight
 And we have no circle to dance in its sight
 Light a torch, bring the bottle and build the fire bright
 The giant will rise with the moon
 So crash the glass down! Move with the tide
 Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside
 Crash the glass down! Fingal will rise
 With the moon
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 Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road
 Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal
 There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or
 The giant will rise with the moon