I know not how I sink or swim
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Oh love is handsome, and love is fine
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The sweetest jewel when first it's new
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But love grows old, and waxes cold
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And fades away like summer dew
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Home Boys, Home
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Well who wouldn't be a sailor lad, sailing on the main
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To gain the goodwill of his Captain's good name
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He came ashore, one evening for to be
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And that was the beginning of my true love and me
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And it's home boys, home...home I'd like to be!
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Home for awhile in me own country
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Where the oak and the ash and the bonnie rowan tree
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Are all growing greener in the old country
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Well I asked her for a candle for to light me way to bed,
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And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head
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She tended to me needs like a young maid aught to do
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So then I says to her "Now would you jump in with me too?"
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Well she jumped into the bed, making no alarm
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Thinking a young sailor lad couldn't do her harm
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Well I hugged her, I kissed her the whole night long
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'Til she wished the short night had been seven years long
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Well early the next morning the sailor lad arose
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He told her "Girl I love you from your head down to your toes!
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We'll have a boy child, and he'll wear the jacket blue
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And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do"
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Lament For Home
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From Clare To Here
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There’s four of us who shared this room, we were caught up in the craic
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And sleeping in on Sundays, we'd never get to Mass
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It's a long, long way from Clare to here
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It's a long, long way from Clare to here
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It's a long, long way...it gets further every day
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It's a long, long way from Clare to here
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When Friday night comes around, we're only into fighting
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My ma would like a letter home but I’m too tired for writing
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Well it almost breaks my heart when I think of my family
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I promised I’d be coming home with my pockets full of green
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The only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking
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It eases off the pain awhile and levels out my thinking...
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I sometimes hear a fiddle play or maybe it’s just a notion
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I dream I see white horses dance out on another ocean
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- Ralph McTell |
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Fare Thee Well Eniskillen
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Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day
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From lovely Eniskillen they were marching us away
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They put us then onboard a ship to cross the raging main
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To fight in bloody battle in the sunny land of Spain
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Fare thee well Enniskillen, fare thee well for a while
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And all around the borders of Erin's green isle
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And when the war is over we'll return in full bloom
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And you'll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons
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Oh Spain it is a gallant land where wine and ale flow free
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There's lots of lovely women there to dandle on your knee
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And often in a tavern there we'd make the rafters ring
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When every soldier in the house would raise his glass and sing
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Well we fought for Ireland's glory there and many a man did fall
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From musket and from bayonet, from thundering cannon ball
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And many a foeman we laid low amid the battle throng
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And as we prepared for battle you would often hear this song
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Well now the fighting's over and for home we have set sail
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Our flag above this lofty ship is fluttering in the gale
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They've given us a pension, boys, of fourpence each a day
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And when we reach Enniskillen never more we'll have to stray
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Caledonia
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Oh I don't know if you can see
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The changes that have come over me |
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These last few days I've been afraid |
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That I might drift away... |
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So I've been telling old stories, singing songs |
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That make me think about where I came from |
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And that's the reason why I seem so far away today |
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So let me tell you that I love you, and I think about you all the time |
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Caledonia, you're calling me, and I'm going home |
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And if I should become a stranger, know that it would make me more than sad |
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Caledonia, you're everything I've ever had |
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Now I have moved and I've kept on moving |
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Made the points that needed proving |
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I've lost some friends that needed losing |
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Found others on the way |
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And I have tried, and I kept on trying
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Stolen dreams and there's no denying |
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I've travelled far, sometimes with conscience flying |
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Somewhere in the wind...
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So now I sit before the fire |
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The empty room and the forest choir
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The flames have died, can't get any higher |
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They're withered now, they're gone |
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So now I'm thinking my way is clear |
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I know what I must do tomorow
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When hands have shaken and kisses flowing, then I will disappear... |
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- Dougie MacClean |
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I'm a Rover
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I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
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It's when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
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How to gain my love's company
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Though the night be dark as dungeon
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Not a star can be seen above
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I will be guided without a stumble
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Into the arms of me only love
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I went up to her bedroom window
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Kneeling gently upon a stone
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I rapped upon her bedroom window
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"My darling dear, do you lie alone?"
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She raised her head up from feather pillow
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Raised her arms up around her breast
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Saying "Who's that at me bedroom window
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Disturbing me at me long night's rest?"
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"It's only me, your own true lover
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Open the door and please let me in
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For I have come on a long night's journey
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I am near drenched to the skin"
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"I've walked alone the whole night through
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These many miles to be with you"
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She opened the door with the greatest pleasure
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She opened the door and she let me in
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We both shook hands and embraced each other
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Until the morning we lay as one
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Well now my love, I must go and leave you
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Though the mountains be high above
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I will climb them with greater pleasure
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That I have been with me only love
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Leaving Of Liverpool
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Farewell the Prince's Landing Stage
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River Mersey fare thee well
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I am bound for California
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'Tis a land that I know right well
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So fare thee well, my own true love
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And when I return united we will be
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It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
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But my darling when I think of thee
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I am bound on a Yankee Clipper ship
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Davey Crockett it is her name
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And Burgess is the captain of her
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And they say that she's a floating grave
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I have sailed with Burgess once before
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He's a man that I know right well
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When a man is a sailor he can get along
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And if not he's sure in hell
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Well the ship is on the harbor love
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And I know that I can't remain
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And I know it will be a long, long time
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'Til I see your face again
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Danny Boy
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Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
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From glen to glen and down the mountain side
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The summer's gone and all the roses falling
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'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
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But come ye' back when summer's in the meadow
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And when the valley's hushed and white with snow
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Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
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Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy I love you so
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