| I wish I was in Carrighfergus
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| Only for nights in Ballygrant
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| I would swim over the deepest ocean
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| Only for nights in Ballygrant
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| But the sea is wide, and I can’t get over
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| And neither have I wings to fly
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| Or if I could find me a handsome boatsman
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| To ferry me over to my love and die
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| Now in Kilkenny, it is reported
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| They’ve marble stones there as black as ink
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| With gold and silver I would transport her
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| But I’ll sing no more now, till I get a drink
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| I’m drunk today, but then I’m seldom sober
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| A handsome rover from town to town
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| Ah, but I am sick now, my days are over
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| Come all you young lads and lay me down
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| I wish I was in Carrighfergus
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| Only for nights in Ballygran |