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A rambling rover comes to town somewhere in the county Down |
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He was only passing through, somehow feeling blue |
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So many faces he had met and left without regret |
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Still waiting for the chimes to ring and his soul to sing |
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He found a pub where he could play, only for one night |
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When suddenly he saw her eyes, desire at first sight |
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Shot in the dark |
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One step away from me |
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And when he saw her pretty face, it was a castle in the clouds |
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His aching heart was burning now and he felt no doubts |
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He didn't dare to talk to her and so he fiddled for the crowd |
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She stood first row in front of him his eyes were shining proudly |
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He played a lovely fiddle tune and swept her off her feet |
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And while he looked into her eyes his heart began to beat |
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Collywobbles and the creeps, he went straight to the bar |
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And when he had a lot of pints he sang Whiskey in the jar |
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She drives him round the twist |
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And now he can't resist |
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Drunk as a fiddler's bitch |
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And so he goes to make his stitch |
