| One for my morning glory
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| Two for the early dew
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| Three for the man who will stand his round
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| And four for the love of you, me girl
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| Four for the love of you
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| At the end of the day l like a little drink
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| To raise up my voice and sing
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| And an our or two with a fine brown brew
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| And I’m ready for anything
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| At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four
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| The landlords daughters there
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| And every night when they put out the light
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| I would tiptoe of the stairs, Singing
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| One for my morning glory
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| Two for the early dew
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| Three for the man who will stand his round
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| And four for the love of you, me girl
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| Four for the love of you
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| Well l got the call from foreign shore’s
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| To go and fight the foe
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| And I got no more of the sisters four
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| But still I was at to go
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| So I sailed away on a ship
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| The morning glory was her name
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| And we’d all fall down when the rom went round
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| Then we started up again, Singing
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| One for my morning glory
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| Two for the early dew
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| Three for the man who will stand his round
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| And four for the love of you, me girl |
| Four for the love of you
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| Well I’ll go once more for my native shore
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| Farewell to the raging Sea
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| At the Cross Keys Inn it was puckered in
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| And my heart was filled with flea
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| But there on the shore were the sisters four
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| With a bundle upon each knee
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| There were three little girls and a bouncing boy
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| And they all looked just like me, Singing … |