| 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 Pray tell me the story of young CЈ Chulainn
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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 Will she no come back to me 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 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 I might know
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| So I can tell my children, oh My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love
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| It was a joy that Joyce brought to me 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 |