| It’s here I am today God gave and took away
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| And left without a home for Dan O’Hara
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| With these matches in my hand in the frost and snow I stand
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| But here I am today your broken hearted
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| In the year of sixty four we had acres by the score
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| The grandest land a man could pull a plough through
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| But the landlord came you know and he laid our home to low
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| And here I am today your broken-hearted
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| Cushla gra mo craoi
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| won’t you buy a box from me
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| And have the prayers of Dan from Connemara.
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| Sure I’ll sell them cheap and low
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| buy a box before you go
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| from the broken-hearted farmer Dan O’Hara.
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| And for twenty years or more did misfortune cross our door
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| My poor old wife and I were sadly parted
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| We were scattered far and wide and our children starved and died
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| But here I am today your broken-hearted
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| Cushla gra mo craoi
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| won’t you buy a box from me
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| and have the prayers of Dan from Connemara.
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| Sure I’ll sell them cheap and low
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| buy a box before you go
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| from the broken-hearted farmer Dan O’Hara.
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| Tho' in frost and snow I stand beneath the shadow of God’s hand
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| It lies warm from the brow of Dan O’Hara
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| And so soon with God above I will meet the ones I love
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| And find the live I lost in Connemara
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| Cushla gra mo craoi
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| won’t you buy a box from me
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| and have the prayers of Dan from Connemara.
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| Sure I’ll sell them cheap and low
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| buy a box before you go
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| from the broken-hearted farmer Dan O’Hara. |