| It was down by ChristChurch that I first met with Annie
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| A gentle young maiden and not a bit shy
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| She told me her daddy who came from Dungannon
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| would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye
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| And what’s that to any man, whether or no
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| Whether I’m easy, or whether I’m true
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| As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
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| And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
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| If ever you go to the town of Dungannon, you may search til your eyes,
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| they are empty and blind
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| Be walking or running, be sittin or standing,
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| A girl like Annie, you never will find
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| Down along Thomas Street, down to the Liffey
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| The sunshine was gone, and the evening grew dark
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| Along be KingsBridge, and by God in a jiffy
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| My arm was around her, beyond in the park |