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Well, I've not been honest, darlin', |
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No, I've not been straight at all. |
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Well, I beg your pardon; |
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The night we jumped McCormack's Wall |
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I was so happy just to be with you |
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I would have said anything at all. |
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Now I could scream your name |
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Till you do the same, |
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But I know you won't respond |
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Well, here we are. |
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What's there to do? |
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La din da... |
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I'm gonna ride black river |
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With the lark in the morning |
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And the dew upon the dawn, |
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Well, a-home we came a-crawling |
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With our sickness and our song |
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For all guitar makers; |
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For the prisoners and the law; |
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And to the fine wine drinkers |
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Who drank their bellies raw; |
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And to all the good samaritans, |
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Whoever found us in the dark; |
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And to all who've been |
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Or come between |
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The lovers in the park; |
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And to all the ó Díomasaigh singers |
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With their roots in holy ground. |
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And forgiveness still lingers |
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In the bells above the town. |
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Well, here we are. |
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What's there to do? |
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La din la... |
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I'm gonna ride on black river |
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Well, this is a song of drinking, |
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And for a drink it will be sung, |
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And I'll sing it right, and I'll say goodnight. |
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Unless they're serving another one |