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When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow.
A sweeter place I never will know,
The rolling hills of the Border.
I travelled far and wandered wide.
I've seen the Hudson and the Clyde.
I wandered by Loch Lomond side
But I dearly love the Border.
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Oft do I remember the day
When wi' my love I strolled by the Tay,
But all its beauty fades away
Among the hills of the Border.
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There's a certain peace of mind.
Bonny lassies there you will find.
Men so strong and men so kind
Among the hills of the Border.
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Robert's and Barrand's parody:
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When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow.
A sweeter sound I never did know:
Da rolling mills of New Joisey.
In Hoboken, there will be
Trash as far as the eye can see,
Enough for you, enough for me.
Da garbage cans of New Joisey:
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Down in Trenton, there is a bar
Where da bums come from near and from far.
They come by truck, they come by car
Da lousy bums of New Joisey:
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When first I started to roam
I traveled far away from Bayonne,
Then I sat down, and wrote this pome,
I wrote an ode to New Joisey:
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