| Out on the Mira one warm afternoon
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| Old men go fishing with black line and spoon
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| And if they catch nothing they never complain
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| I wish I was with them again
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| As boys in their boats call to girls on the shore
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| Teasing the one that they really adore
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| And into the evening the courting begins
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| I wish I was with them again
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| Can you imagine a piece of the universe
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| More fit for princes and kings?
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| I’ll give you ten of your cities
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| For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings
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| Out on the Mira on soft summer nights
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| Bonfires blaze to the children’s delight
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| They dance round the flames singing songs with their friends
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| I wish I was with them again
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| And over the ashes the stories are told
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| Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold
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| The stars on the river they sparkle and spin
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| I wish I was with them again
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| Can you imagine a piece of the universe
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| More fit for princes and kings?
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| I’ll give you ten of your cities
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| For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings
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| Out on the Mira the people are kind
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| They’ll treat you to home-brew and help you unwind
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| And if you come broken they’ll see that you mend
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| I wish I was with them again
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| And thus I conclude with a wish you go well
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| Sweet be your dreams, may your happiness swell
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| I’ll leave you here, for my journey begins
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| I’m going to be with them, going to be with them
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| I’m going to be with them again |