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Tell me the legends of long ago |
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When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose |
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Play me the melodies I want to know |
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So I can teach my children, oh |
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Pray tell me the story of young Cuchulainn |
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How his eyes were dark, his expression sullen |
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And how he'd fight and always won |
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And how they cried when he was fallen |
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Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land |
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And how her sons died at her own hand |
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And how fools obey commands |
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Oh tell me the legends of long ago |
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Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea |
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Will she no' come back to me? |
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Will she no' come back to me? |
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Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling |
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Far away you rolling river |
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Roll down the mountain side |
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On down, on down, go, lassie, go |
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Oh tell me the legends of long ago |
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When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose |
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Play me the melodies so that I might know |
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And I can tell my children, oh |
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My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love |
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It was a joy that Joyce brought to me |
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While William Butler waits |
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And Oscar, he's going Wilde |
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Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan? |
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Looking for a girl with green eyes |
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My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen |
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That Georgie knows Best |
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But Van is the man |
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Starvation once again |
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Drinking whiskey in the jar-o |
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Synge's Playboy of the Western World |
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As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there |
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Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea |
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Is such a long, long way from Tipperary |
