| The fire is out and the moon is down
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| The parting glass is dry and done
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| And I must go and leave this town
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| Before the rising of the sun
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| But long is the road and many is the mile
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| Before I rest my soul again
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| With girls that weep and girls that smile
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| At all the words and ways of men
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| Of all the friends who joined the song
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| I’m sorry for their going away
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| The parting that’s forever long
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| Leaves but their lasting memory
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| But finer men have raised the glass
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| In chorus with the company
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| And all too soon their time has passed
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| Lost voices in the harmony
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| For some there are who may not bide
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| But wander 'till the journey’s end
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| Nor take a girl to be a bride
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| Nor keep a man to be a friend
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| But when I’m done with wandering
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| I will sit beside the road and weep
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| For all the songs I did not sing
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| And the purposes I did not keep |