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When I was on horseback, wasn't |
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I pretty?When |
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I was on horseback, wasn't |
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I gay?Wasn't |
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I pretty when |
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I entered |
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Cork CityAnd met with my downfall on the fourteenth of |
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May?Six jolly soldiers to carry my coffin |
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Six jolly soldiers to march by my side |
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And it's six jolly soldiers, take a bunch of red roses |
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Then for to smell them as we march along |
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Beat the drum slowly and play the pipes only |
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Play up the dead-march as we go along |
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And bring me to |
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Tipperary and lay me down easy |
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I am a young soldier that never done wrong |
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When I was on horseback, wasn't |
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I pretty?When |
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I was on horseback, wasn't |
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I gay?Wasn't |
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I pretty when |
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I entered |
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Cork CityAnd met with my downfall on the fourteenth of |
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May? |
