| I wish I was in Carrickfergus
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| Only for nights in Ballygrand
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| I would swim over the deepest ocean
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| The deepest ocean for my love to find
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| But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
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| Neither have I wings to fly
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| If I could find me a handsome boatsman
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| To ferry me over to my love and die
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| My childhood days bring back sad reflections
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| Of happy times spent so long ago
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| My childhood friends and my own relations
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| Have all passed on now like melting snow
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| But I’ll spend my days in endless roaming
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| Soft is the grass, my bed is free
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| Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus
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| On that long road down to the sea
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| I’ll spend my days in endless roaming
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| Soft is the grass, my bed is free
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| But I am sick now, and my days are numbered
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| Come all you young men and lay me down |