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One evening fair I took the air. Down by blackwaterside. 'twas gazing all around me. When the irish lad I spied. . All through the first part of that night. We did lie in sport and play,. When
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Then came the question and it was about time. The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme,. But whatever came of his talented son?. Who wrote me a dialogue
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The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk,. The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned. The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds. And as we drew south the mist it came down.
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In bruton town there lived a noble man. . He had two sons and a daughter fair. . By night and day they were contriving. . For to fill their sister's heart with care. . . . One night one nigh
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To cross the wide sea I deserted,. From the shore I did fly. I thought it time that I travelled,. So I took to the roads of the sky. . It was late and the wind it did gently blow,. Oh the night
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I'm a long way from you,. I'm a long way from home. And who cares for the feeling. Of being alone?. The notes and the words. They will always unfold. And I'm left with a manuscript. That will g
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''my shadow follows me. Wherever I should chance to go'',. John the gun did say. ''if you should chance to meet me. As I wander to and fro,. Sad would be your day. . My life is mine and the lig
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There you may stand in your splendour and jewels. Swaying me in both directions. One is the right one, the other for fools,. How do I make my selection?. The city lies silent in the warm morning l
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Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving. But how can they know it's time for them to go?. Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming. I have no thought of time. . For who knows whe
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I can't believe that it's so cold. And there ain't been no snow. The sound of music it comes to me. From every place I go. Sunday morning, there's no one in church. But the clergy's chosen man.
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I'd work for you, I'd even slave for you,. I'd be a beggar or a knave for you. And if that isn't love it'll have to do,. Until the real thing comes along. . I'd gladly move the earth for you,. T
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Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves. There is work to do before you say good-bye. Who can see them turning to the face of love?. Though I hear them pleading with me, "Don't let us die''.
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Oh it's like a storm at sea. And everything is lost,. And the fretful sailors calling out their woes,. As to the waves they're tossed. . Oh they are all gentlemen,. And never will they know. If
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The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk,. The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned. The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds. And as we drew south the mist it came down.
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Then came the question and it was about time. The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme,. But whatever came of his talented son?. Who wrote me a dialogue
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My name is jan the gypsy. I travel the land. There are no chains about me. I am me own man. I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise. Of the places I have been, oh,. And they
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''my shadow follows me. Wherever I should chance to go'',. John the gun did say. ''if you should chance to meet me. As I wander to and fro,. Sad would be your day. . My life is mine and the lig
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My young man, oh he is so fine,. Sweet rosemary did say. She gathered flowers and she sang. All about her wedding day. . Oh when I was a lass at school. I looked out at the sky,. And now among
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Roses are red and violets are blue. Primroses pale on a velvet green hue. Warm summer days by cool waterfalls. Like the music we hear. Those things we'll always hold dear. Like an old fashioned w
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Love, oh don't we know. How can the river flow without you. Warming like the sand upon the land. How can we doubt you? Dark to me the night. And dim the morning light. Tomorrow, how can we not se
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We search for everything. Keeping what we would win. Orchids or tiny flowers. Wooden huts or ivory towers. Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days. Holy in many ways. Vaults of time unshaken
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Roses are red, and violets are blue,. Primroses pale on a velvet green hue,. Warm summer days by cool waterfalls,. Like the music we hear,. Those things we'll always hold dear,. Like an old fashi
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Roses are red, and violets are blue,. Primroses pale on a velvet green hue,. Warm summer days by cool waterfalls,. Like the music we hear,. Those things we'll always hold dear,. Like an old fashi
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You make me nervous when I see you. I can't imagine what it's like to be you. It's a mystery to me everyday. And I've got to get away I put a bet on with a bookie. For the race they put on over in