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Oh ro soon shall I see them,
Oh he ro see them, oh see them;
Oh ro soon shall I see them,
The mist covered mountains of home.
There shall I visit the place of my birth,
And they'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth;
All so loving and kind full of music and mirth,
In the sweet sounding language of home.
Oh ro soon shall I see them,
Oh he ro see them, oh see them;
Oh ro soon shall I see them,
The mist covered mountains of home.
There shall I gaze on the mountains again,
On the fields and the woods and the burns and the glens;
Away 'mong the corries beyond human ken,
In the haunts of the deer I will roam.
Oh ro soon shall I see them,
Oh he ro see them, oh see them;
Oh ro soon shall I see them,
The mist covered mountains of home.
Hail to the mountains with summits of blue,
To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew;
To the women and men ever constant and true,
Ever ready to welcome one home.