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| Miscellaneous
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| Farewell To Carlingford
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| FAREWELL TO CARLINGFORD
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| When I was young and in my prime,
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| And could wander wild and free,
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| There was always a longing in my mind,
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| To follow the call of the sea…
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| So I’ll sing farewell to Carlingford
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| And farewell to Greenore
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| And I’ll think of you both day and night
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| Until I return once more, until I return once more
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| On all of the stormy seven seas,
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| I have sailed before the mast,
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| And on every voyage I ever made,
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| I swore it would be my last…
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| And I had a girl called Mary Doyle
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| And she lived in Greenore,
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| And the foremost thought in my mind
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| Was to keep me safe onshore…
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| A landsman’s life is all his own,
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| He can go or he can stay,
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| But when the sea gets in your blood,
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| When she calls you must obey…
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| @sailor @parting
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| filename[ FARWLCAR
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| JY |