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Fie on goodness, fie |
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Fie on goodness, fie |
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Eight years of kindness to your neighbor |
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Making sure that the meek are treated well |
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Eight years of philanthropic labor |
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Derry down dell, damn, but it's hell |
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Oh, fie on goodness, fie |
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Fie, fie, fie |
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It's been depressing all the way |
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Derry down, derry down |
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And getting glummer every day |
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Derry down, derry down |
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Ah, but to burn a little town |
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Or slay a dozen men |
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Anything to laugh again |
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Oh, fie on goodness, fie |
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Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie |
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When I think of the rollicking pleasures |
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That earlier filled my life |
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Lolly lo, lolly lo |
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Like the time I beheaded a man |
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Who was beating his naked wife |
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Lolly lo, lolly lo |
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I can still hear his widow say |
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Never moving from where she lay |
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"Tell me what can I do, I beg, sir, of you |
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Your kindness to repay" |
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Fie on goodness, fie |
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Fie on goodness, fie |
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Lechery and vice have been arrested, arrested |
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Not a maiden is evermore in threat |
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Virgins may wander unmolested, unmolested |
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Lolly lo let, gad, it's a sweat |
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Oh, fie on goodness, fie |
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Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie |
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How we roared and brawled in Scotland |
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Not a law was e'er obeyed |
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And when wooing called in Scotland |
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We'd grab any parsing maid |
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Ah, my heart is still in Scotland |
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Where the lasses woo the best |
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On some bonny hill in Scotland |
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Stroking someone's bonny |
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Fie on Scotland, fie |
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Fie on Scotland, fie |
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No one repents for any sin now |
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Every soul is immaculate and trim, immaculate |
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No one is covered with chagrin now |
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Lolly lo lim, gad, but it's grim |
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Oh, fie on goodness, fie |
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Fie, fie, fie |
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There's not a folly to deplore |
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Derry down, derry down |
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Confession Sunday is a bore |
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Derry down, derry down |
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Ah, but to spend a tortured evening |
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Staring at the floor |
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Guilty and alive once more |
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Oh, fie on virtue, fie |
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Fie on mercy, fie |
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Fie on justice, fie on goodness |
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Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie |
