| Once upon a time
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| A Dublin girl ran free
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| Down the cobblestones
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| Round pubs and homes
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| As rich as she could be
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| Swimming in the Irish Sea
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| Climbing up Bray Head
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| Her lips were warmed
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| With pots of tea
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| Chips and buttered bread
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| Fed love from Mam and Da
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| They raised her up
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| They made her fly
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| They gave her roots and wings
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| As time moves on and years go by
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| She’ll miss those simple things
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| She’s the girl I used to be
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| The playgrounds all came down
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| And we mourned our factories
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| Times were tough, but I had enough
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| I had my family
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| Life kicked in with all its might
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| But my strong heart wouldn’t break
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| I got kicked around and broken down
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| I took all that I could take
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| But you raise me up
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| You made me fly
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| You gave me roots and wings
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| As time moves on and years go by
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| I miss those simple things
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| And the girl I used to be
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| Now I’m grown with a child of my own
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| And I hope to God on high
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| That these are the days she thinks upon
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| As the best days of her life
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| And I’ll raise her up
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| I’ll make her fly
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| I’ll give her roots and wings
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| As time moves on and years go by
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| She’ll miss those simple things
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| And the girl she used to be
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| She’s the girl I used to be |