| «Is my team ploughing
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| That I was used to drive
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| And hear the harness jingle
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| When I was man alive?»
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| Ay, the horses trample
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| The harness jingles now;
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| No change though you lie under
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| The land you used to plough
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| «Is football playing
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| Along the river-shore
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| With lads to chase the leather
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| Now I stand up no more?»
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| Ay, the ball is flying
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| The lads play heart and soul;
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| The goal stands up, the keeper
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| Stands up to keep the goal
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| «Is my girl happy
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| That I thought hard to leave
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| And has she tired of weeping
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| As she lies down at eve?»
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| Ay, she lies down lightly
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| She lies not down to weep:
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| Your girl is well contented
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| Be still, my lad, and sleep
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| «Is my friend hearty
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| Now I am thin and pine
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| And has he found to sleep in
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| A better bed than mine?»
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| Yes, lad, I lie easy
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| I lie as lads would choose;
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| I cheer a dead man’s sweetheart
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| Never ask me whose |