| If it’s all so far behind me why does it seem like yesterday
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| The lark in the morning, your auld lad tossin' hay
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| The ferry in the harbor dancing jigs upon the waves
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| The day I turned my back on you and the islands
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| Seven years I stayed away though I wrote from time to time
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| Down all those dancing days your eyes haunted me
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| But Bainbridge was the sweetest whore, took care of my demands
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| Bade me turn my back on you and the islands
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| I brought you petticoats of silk, a diamond from the Deuce
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| No price too steep to pay for your commitment
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| To lie once more beside you and to roll you in my arms
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| That’s why I came back home to you and the islands
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| No smoke from your chimney
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| Your yard was choked with grass
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| They said you’d upped and gone to the mainland
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| One mentioned that you’d met someone
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| Now lived in Dublin town
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| Grown tired of haunting dreams on the islands
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| Now it’s all so far behind me but it seems like yesterday
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| The lark has quit the heavens, no one bothers savin' hay
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| I am a tourist in my hometown, an acquaintance once a friend
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| Since I turned my back on you and the islands |