| It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing
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| Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray
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| The the thrushes they were warbling
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| The violets they were charming
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| To view fond lovers talking, a while I did delay
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| She said, my dear don’t leave me all for another season
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| Though fortune does be pleasing I 'll go along with you
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| I 'll forsake friends and relations and bid this Irish nation
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| And to the bonny Bann banks forever I 'll bid adieu
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| He said, my dear don’t grieve or yet annoy my patience
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| You know I love you dearly the more I’m going away
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| I’m going to a foreign nation to purchase a plantation
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| To comfort us hereafter all in Amerika y
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| Then after a short while a fortune does be pleasing
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| T’will cause them for smile at our late going away
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| We’ll be happy as Queen Victoria, all in her greatest glory
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| We’ll be drinking wine and porter all in Amerika y
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| If you were in your bed lying and thinking on dying
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| The sight of the lovely Bann banks, your sorrow you’d give o’er
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| Or if were down one hour, down in yon shady bower
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| Pleasure would surround you, you’d think on death no more
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| Then fare you well, sweet Cragie Hills, where often times I’ve roved
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| I never thought my childhood days I 'd part you any more
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| Now we’re sailing on the ocean for honour and promotion
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| And the bonny boats are sailing, way down by Doorin shore |