| And if you should go across the water
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| Take me with you to be your partner
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| At fair and market you’ll be well looked after
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| And you shall sleep with the Greek King’s daughter
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| Oh Donal Og, you’ll not find me lazy
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| Like many a high born expensive lady
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| I’ll do your milking, I’ll nurse your baby
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| And if you’re set on, I’ll defend you bravely
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| I saw you first on a Sunday evening
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| Before the Easter, as I was kneeling
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| 'Twas of Christ’s passion that I was reading
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| But my mind was on you, and my own heart bleeding
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| Black as the sloe is the heart that’s in me
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| Black as the coal is the grief that blinds me
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| Black as the bootprint on shining hallway
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| 'Twas you that blackened it, ever and alway
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| For you took what’s before me and what’s behind me
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| Took East and West when you would not mind me
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| Sun, moon and stars from my sky have been taken
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| And God as well, or I’m much mistaken |