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Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,. It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come
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A rose should be where the sun shines through. Not where the wine is red and the smoke is blue. A rose should be blooming in the light. Not in a rendezvous, blooming in the night And you are a rose
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There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home. For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand. Listen to that norther sigh if we don't get home we'll die. But it's only seven miles to Mary
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Yesterday I felt the wind blowing around my shoulder. Feel like I'm getting older. Still I can't forget your face Separated by a million miles of ocean. My heart still feels emotion. Even in this
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Mary, big brown eyes. Mary, ruby lips I take a trip every evening. Journey down a memory lane. Strolling again those familiar paths. Dreaming those dreams again I can always see my sweetheart. Dr
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South of the border, hey, I know a lad. He's got more fun than anybody's had. Don't got no worry, don't got no dough. Everybody's wondering 'bout Mexican Joe. In old Mexico, they call him the Rhum
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There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home. For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand. Listen to that norther sigh if we don't get home we'll die. But it's only seven miles to Mary
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Bolandse nooientjie stil is die nag soet sy jou ruste na lang lange dag. Saans in my drome kom ek na jou smagtend na lonkies uit oe so blou. Berge en dale kan ons nooit skei want in die droomland on
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Missing you can't help but wish. That you were in my arms tonight making love to me. Kissing you that's all I want to do. It never seems just right now that we're apart I always spend my time just
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I'm just gettin' back from Juarez Mexico. And I'll tell you something I want you to know. My poor head is aching it throbs and it twirls. From drinking tequila and teasing the girls. Don't get me
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South of the border, hey, I know a lad. He's got more fun than anybody's had. Don't got no worry, don't got no dough. Everybody's wondering 'bout Mexican Joe. In old Mexico, they call him the Rhum