| I am a young fellow from County Tyrone,
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| In the town of Strabanshire I’m very well known,
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| For down to the alehouse I’m frequently gone,
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| With Kitty and Ginny and Mirrie.
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| My father rebuked me for being such a rake,
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| And for spending my money on whiskey and cakes,
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| But the lassies are sweet and its all for their sakes,
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| And it keeps me lighthearted and merry.
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| Chorus:
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| I’ll eat when I’m hungry, I’ll drink when I’m dry,
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| I will court all the lassies or at least I will try,
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| And I’ll never conform 'til the day that I die,
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| Agus fagaimid suid mar ata se If I chance for to wander on down to the fair,
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| All the lassies all around me do flock on the square,
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| I’ll pull out me fiddle and play an auld air,
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| And soon we’re all off on the spree.
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| There’s Peggy and Jane form the banks of Loch Nee,
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| There’s Kitty and Molly down Donegalleon Way,
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| And there’s another from Coutstown who makes me head sway,
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| Such a fuss they all make over me.
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| Chorus:
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| I’ll eat when I’m hungry, I’ll drink when I’m dry,
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| I will court all the lassies or at least I will try,
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| And I’ll never conform 'til the day that I die,
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| Agus fagaimid suid mar ata se To quarrel for riches I ne’er was inclined,
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| For the greatest of misers must leave them behind,
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| So me money I spend with no thought in me mind,
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| But to kick up our heels and carrouse.
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| For the rich never spend any gold of their own,
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| Sure they hold it away like a dog and it’s bone,
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| But they end on their back among nettles and stones,
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| And I hear there’re no pockets in shrouds.
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| Chorus:
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| I’ll eat when I’m hungry, I’ll drink when I’m dry,
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| I will court all the lassies or at least I will try,
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| And I’ll never conform 'til the day that I die,
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| Agus fagaimid suid mar ata se
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| (Instrumental)
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| Now some say I’m foolish and some say I’m wise,
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| Fer loving the women and the whiskey like wives,
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| But the son of King David had ten hundred wives,
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| And his wisdom was highly regarded!
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| So I’ll call for the lassies and ask them to wed,
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| And we’ll all be content in the one marriage bed,
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| While the rich count their gold we’ll count children instead,
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| And we’ll raise them up true and stout hearted.
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| Chorus:
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| I’ll eat when I’m hungry, I’ll drink when I’m dry,
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| I will court all the lassies or at least I will try,
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| And I’ll never conform 'til the day that I die,
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| Agus fagaimid suid mar ata se Repeat: Agus fagaimid suid mar ata se! |