| It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
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| That he’d make occasion to wear his fine clothes
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| And it’s down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
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| To give her a token of his love, we suppose
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| «Mary, oh Mary, if I could be your man
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| Between you and danger I fearlessly would stand
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| With this gold claddagh ring on your lily-white hand
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| Oh, there ne’er was another would dress you so grand."
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| There’s no sun in summer there’s no flowers in spring
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| Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
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| «Johnny, oh Johnny the ring it is of gold
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| And it’s hands and fine heart, they are lovely to behold
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| But if I had the ring for one evening to hold
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| Then you shall have my answer e’er the week shall be old."
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| «Oh why have the weeks gone and not an answer came?
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| And why is it that women are smarter than men?
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| Oh the girl’s kept the ring which I shall ne’er see again
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| Oh, she has many like it in a fine box at hame."
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| There’s no sun in summer there’s no flowers in spring
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| Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
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| It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
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| That he’d make occasion to wear his fine clothes
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| And it’s down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
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| To give her a token of his love, we suppose
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| There’s no sun in summer there’s no flowers in spring
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| Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
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| Oh, her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring. |