| Johnny was born in the mansion
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| Down in the county of Clare
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| Rosie was born by the roadside
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| Somewhere in County Kildare
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| Destiny brought them together
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| On the road to Killorglan one day
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| In her bright tasty shawl she was singing
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| And she stole his young heart away
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| For she sang meet me tonight by the campfire
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| Come with me over the hill
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| Let us be married tomorrow
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| Please let me whisper 'I will'
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| What if the neighbours are talking
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| Who cares if your friends stop and stare
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| You’ll be proud to be married to Rosie
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| Who was reared on the roads of Kildare
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| Think of the parents who reared you
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| Think of the family name
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| How can you marry a gypsy
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| Oh, what a terrible shame
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| Parents and friends stop your pleading
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| Don’t worry about my affair
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| For I’ve fallen in love with a gypsy
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| Who was reared on the roads of Kildare
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| For she sang meet me tonight by the campfire
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| Come with me over the hill
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| Let us be married tomorrow
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| Please let me whisper 'I will'
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| What if the neighbours are talking
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| Who cares if your friends stop and stare |
| You’ll be proud to be married to Rosie
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| Who was reared on the roads of Kildare
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| Johnny went down from his mansion
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| Just as the sun had gone down
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| Turning his back on his kinfolk
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| Likewise his dear native town
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| Facing the roads of old Ireland
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| With a gypsy he loved so sincere
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| When he came to the light of the campfire
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| These are the words he did hear:
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| For she sang meet me tonight by the campfire
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| Come with me over the hill
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| Let us be married tomorrow
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| Please let me whisper 'I will."
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| What if the neighbours are talking
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| Who cares if your friends stop and stare
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| You’ll be proud to be married to Rosie
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| Who was reared on the roads of Kildare
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| You’ll be proud to be married to Rosie
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| Who was reared on the roads of Kildare… |