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As I was going to the fair of Dingle one fine morning last July, |
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A fine young man come up behind me "Red-haired Mary," he did cry. |
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"Will you come with me my red-haired Mary, the donkey, he can carry two", |
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I looked at him, my eyes did twinkle, me cheeks they were a rosy hue |
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"Thank you kindly sir" I answered, then I tossed me light red hair, |
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Saying "Will you hold the donkey and I'll ride with you to the Dingle fair". |
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When we reached the town of Dingle, he caught me hand to say good-bye, |
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When a tinker he came up behind me and hit him right in his left eye. |
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"Take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed, |
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We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed" |
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Well, he was feeling very peevish, his poor eye was sad and sore, |
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He kicked the tinker with his hobnails, knocked him through Tom Murphy's door. |
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He galloped off to meet his father, the tallest man you e'er did see |
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He tapped him gently with his knuckles and now he's missing two front teeth. |
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Oh wasn't I the happy cailin "man, with you I'll go," I said, |
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"Never mind the priest this very morn, tonight we'll sleep in Murphy's shed". |
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"Take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed, |
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We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed" |
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Around the corner came a peeler, told him I had broke the law, |
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The donkey kicked him on the kneecap, he fell down and broke his jaw |
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To the fair we roamed together his black eye and my red hair |
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Gazing gaily at the tinker, weren't we the happy pair? |
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"Take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed, |
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We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed" |
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"Will you take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed, |
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We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed" |
