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It being in the springtime when the small birds they were singing |
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Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray |
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Well the thrushes they were warbling, and the violets they were charming |
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To view to lovers talking, a while I did delay |
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She said, my dear don′t leave me all for another season |
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Though fortune does be pleasing I′ll go along with you |
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I′ll forsake friends and relations and bid this Irish nation |
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And to the bonny Bann banks forever I ′ll bid adieu |
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He said, my dear don′t grieve me or you annoy my patience |
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You know I love you dearly the more I′m going away |
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I′m going to a foreign nation to purchase a plantation |
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To comfort us here after all in Amerikay |
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Then after a short while and a fortune does be pleasing |
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It’ll cause them all to smile at our late going away |
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We′ll be happy as Queen Victoria, all in her greatest glory |
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We′ll be drinking wine and porter all in Amerikay |
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The landlords and their agents，The bailiffs and their beagles |
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The land of our forefathers, we're going for to giveo'er |
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And now we're sailing o'er the ocean for honour and promotion |
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And parting from our sweethearts-its them we do adore |
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If you were lying in your bed and thinking about dying |
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The sight of the bonny Bann banks, your sorrow you′d give o′er |
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Or if were just one hour, down in yon shady bower, |
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Pleasure would surround you, and you'd think on death no more. |
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So fare you well, sweet Cragie Hills, where often times I′ve roved |
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I never thought my child-days I ′d part you ever more |
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Now we′re sailing over the ocean for honour and promotion |
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And the bonny boats are sailing, way down by Doorin shore |
