| I wished 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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| My love to find
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| But the sea is wide and I can’t swim over
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| And neither have I the wings to fly
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| I wish I could find me a handy boatman
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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 oh so long ago
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| My boyhood friends and my own relations
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| Have all passed on now like the melting snow
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| So i spend my days in endless roving
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| Soft is the grass and my bed is free
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| But oh to be home now in Carrickfergus
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| On that old road running down to the sea
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| Now in Kilkenny love is recorded
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| On darkest marble as black as ink
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| With gold and silver I did support her
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| Oh but I’ll sing no more now untill I get a drink
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| For i’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober
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| A handsome rover from town to town
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| Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
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| Come all you young men and lay me down
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| Come all you young men and lay me down
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| Oh!
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| Come all you young men and lay, me, down
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| Down
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| Please |