| Dubhdarra, he’s a-sailing
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| Far out in the blue ocean
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| Far beyond the misty mountain
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| On the sun stream he’s riding with the wind
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| Lost in a million dips and hollows
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| Swallowed in the racing horses
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| Dubhdarra will always return
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| To take me up in his arms
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| Angels hasten into the daylight
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| As the shadows fade away
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| And the rainclouds move among the islands
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| Far down in Clew Bay
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| I am waiting, waiting on the white-shelled sand
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| In the sea garden drifting far out to sea
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| I’m sailing far out to sea
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| Dubhdarra, he’s a-sailing
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| Far out in the blue ocean
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| Flying canvas with the seagulls
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| In the freedom of a kind and gentle wind
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| Angels hasten into the daylight
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| As the shadows fade away
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| And the rainclouds move among the islands
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| Far down in Clew Bay
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| I am waiting, waiting on the white-shelled sand
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| In the sea garden drifting far out to sea
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| I’m sailing far out to sea |