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I wish I was in Carrickfergus, |
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Only for nights in Ballygran |
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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 cannot swim over |
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Nor have I the wings to fly |
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But I wish I could find a handsome 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 I spent so long ago, |
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My boyhood friends and my own relations |
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Have all passed on now like melting snow. |
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But I'll spend my days in endless roaming, |
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Soft is the grass, my bed is free. |
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Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus, |
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On that long road down to the sea. |
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And in Kilkenny, it is reported, |
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There are marble stones as black as ink |
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With gold and silver I would support her, |
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But I'll sing no more 'till I get a drink. |
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Sure I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober, |
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A handsome rover from town to town, |
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Ah, but I'm sick now, and my days are numbered, |
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So come all you young men and lay me down |
