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TERRA HYPERBOREA
 

and with the others I sing a strange and ancient song:

tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham,
tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham,
tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham,
tha tighan fodham eirig.”

Loch Coruisk and Cuillin Hills
Loch Coruisk and Cuillin Hills

And then we all hold hands in a circle and sing something Scottish about parting or meeting again. Between the promontories of the island can be seen a narrow strip of open sea; thither, I am told, the whalers sail to Iceland or Greenland. Man, why do you feel sad when you look at that

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