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I
wish I had you in Carrickfergus
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Only
for nights in Ballygrand
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I
would swim over the deepest ocean
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The deepest ocean for my love to find |
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But
the sea is wide and I can't swim over
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And
neither have I wings to fly
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O
I wish I could find me a handy boatman
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To
ferry me over to my love and die
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My
childhood days bring back sad reflections
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Of
happy times so long ago
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My
boyhood friends and my own relations
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Have
all passed on like the melting snow
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So
I'll spend my days in endless roving
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Soft
is the grass and my bed is free
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O'
to be home now in Carrickfergus
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On
the long road down to the salty sea
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And
in Kilkenny it is reported
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On
marble stone as black as ink
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With
gold and silver I did support her
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But
I'll sing no more till I get a drink
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I'm
drunk today and I'm rarely sober
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A
handsome rover from town to town
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O
but I am sick now and my days are numbered
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So
come all ye young men lay me down
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