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Ten years ago on a cold dark night. Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. Just a few at the scene, and they all did agree. That the man who ran looked a lot like me The judge said "Son, wh
When first I came to Ireland some pleasure for to find. It's there I spied a damsel fair, most pleasing to my mind. Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes like arrows pierced my breast. And they call h
Far away across the ocean. Underneath an Indian star. Dwells a dark eyed lonely maiden. On the coast of Malabar In the harbor, where we anchored. I can see her shy and sweet. With a bunch of wine
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