| Oh I wish I was in England, in France or even in Spain
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| Or wherever dwells my own true love, to hold her near again
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| Wherever dwells my own true love to hold her near again
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| Oh long time I had been roaming, in country and in town
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| But never in my wanderings met, a maid with such renown
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| No never in my wanderings met, a maid with such renown
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| Until I met my true love on the shores of Knocknashee
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| Her brown hair in the howling wind, a-blowing wild and free
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| Her brown hair in the howling wind, a-blowing wild and free
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| Oh my true love she did promise me some land with rambling kine
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| And on her ample pasture land to build a mansion fine
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| And on her ample pasture land to build a mansion fine
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| But then my love she left me, and she wandered far away
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| And I’ve been searching for my love for many’s the night and day
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| Yes I’ve been searching for my love for many’s the night and day
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| Oh I wish that I was in England, or wherever she may be
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| That I could go and call my love, and together we would be
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| That I could go and call my love and together we would be |