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I wish I was in Carrickfergus only for nights in Ballygran. I would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to find. But the sea is wide and I can not swim over and neither have I the wings to fly. If I could find me a handsome boat man to ferry me over to my love and die. |
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My childhood days bring back sad reflections of happy times I spent so long ago. My boyhood friends and my own relations have all passed on now like melting snow. But I'll spend my days in endless roaming, soft is the grass, my bed is free. Ah! to be back now in Carrickfergus, on that long road down to the sea. |
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And in Kilkenny, it is reported, there are marble stones as black as ink With gold and silver I would support her, but I'll sing no more now till I get a drink I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober, a handsome rover from town to town. Ah! but I'm sick now, my days are numbered, so come all ye young men and lay me down. |
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