| Come all you young and dashing blades and a warning take by me
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| And never put much confidence in any wee girl you see
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| If to me you’ll lend an ear before my song is done
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| I’ll tell you of a bonny wee lass that came from Cushendun
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| It was at the Ballycastle Fair it being the Lammas Time
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| When farming folk are in good cheer and the harvest is enshrined
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| On female throng I gazed upon until I spied this one
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| Dismounting from a farmers cart that had come from Cushendun
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| Well I boldly stepped right up to her and I helped her to alight
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| She gave to me a flashing smile by heaven all seemed right
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| Our glances met her vision passed and round my heart was spun
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| A web of love that bound me fast was the girl from Cushendun
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| I met her later as by chance and she yielded me her hand
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| And in the middle of the dance I entered fairy land
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| On twinkling toes my spirits rose and the jig has scarce begun
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| Well I seemed to soar on music’s wings with the girl from Cushendun
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| When the dance was done we both sat down & I asked her name and place
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| I praised the pattern of her gown and the fairness of her face
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| She gave her sunny curls a shake and a cloud passed o’er the sun
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| Says she my name is Missus Ross and I come from Cushendun
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| Its glad to meet and sad to part its years ago and yet
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| The memory of an old sweetheart is harder to forget
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| Although my face is lined with care and the sands of time near done
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| I mind the Ballycastle fair and the girl from Cushendun
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| Yes I mind the Ballycastle fair and the girl from Cushendun |