| One night as I lay slumbering in my silent bed alone
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| Some reckless thoughts came to my mind which caused me for to roam
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| To leave my native country and the wee girl I do adore
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| So I thought it fit to take a trip, strange lands for to explore
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| Now the night before I went away I was walking over Brockagh Hill
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| When I met my darling on the road and her eyes with tears did fill
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| «Stay you at home dear John» she said «and do not go away
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| For I’ll have none to comfort me when you are on the sea»
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| Well I took her by the lily white hand and I held her hard and fast
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| Saying «adieu to you my darling for my ship it lies in Belfast
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| But if you prove loyal sure I’ll prove true for you know that I’m well inclined»
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| So we kissed goodbye and parted and I left my girl behind
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| And when we landed in Greenock sure the people all gathered around
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| And they said I was a rakish lad come to put their harvest down
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| They told me to return again and never more be seen
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| So without delay I sailed away for Ireland’s lovely green
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| Sure when Mary heard that John was home her heart did beat with joy
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| Saying «come into my arms» she cried «you're my darling lovely boy»
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| Saying «come into my arms» she cried «of you I have thought great and long
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| And let them all say as they will, our wedding will now go on
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| And let them all say as they as they will |