| We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by
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| Cowhides and wool and live cargo
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| Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly
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| Sailing for the lowlands low
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| The lowlands low, the lowlands low
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| Sailing for the lowlands low
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| Sean Rouse the skipper from the church of Crook
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| Piery keeps log for his father
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| Crew all from Bannow, Fethard and the Hook
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| Sailing for the lowlands low
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| The lowlands low, the lowlands low
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| Sailing for the lowlands low
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| Ready with priming we’d our galliot gun
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| Muskets and pikes in good order
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| We should be riddled captives would be none
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| Death or else the lowlands low
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| The lowlands low, the lowlands low
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| Death or else the lowlands low
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| A pirate approached us many leagues from shore
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| We fought and we sunk him in good order
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| He’ll go a-roving plundering no more
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| Sailing for the lowlands low
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| The lowlands low, the lowlands low
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| Sailing for the lowlands low
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| We smuggled out the Wild Geese weapons safe ashore
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| Then we unloaded our cargo
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| A fair wind is blowing we’re headed for Dunmore
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| Sailing from the lowlands low
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| The lowlands low, the lowlands low
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| Sailing from the lowlands low
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| The lowlands low, the lowlands low
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| Sailing from the lowlands low |