.The hop jig we've used here is in 9/8 time and is called The Humours of
Whiskey.
I see the last black swan
Fly past the sun.
I wish I, too, were gone
Back home again.
It seems our fortunes lied
Despite our gain.
Our tears fall like our pride.
We cry in shame.
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