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One morning fair |
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I took the air |
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That hung about black waterside |
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T'was a gazing path all around it |
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And the Irish that |
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I spied All through the fog, the heart of the night |
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We lay in sport and at play |
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Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes |
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Singing 'Fair thee well today!' (Break) |
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That's not the promise that you gave to me |
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When first you lay on my breast |
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You could make me believe with your lying tongue |
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That the sun rose in the west |
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And so go home to your fathers garden |
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Go home and await your fill |
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And think on your own misfortune |
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That you brought with your wanton will |
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One morning fair |
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I took the air |
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That hung about black waterside |
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T'was a gazing path all around it |
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And the Irish that |
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I spied... |