| Is Clogherhead like it used to be?
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| Is the pier still there?
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| Do the boys and girls go round the head
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| In the evening so fair?
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| Is my girl as nice as she used to be?
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| Are my friends alright?
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| Oh what I’d give to be with them
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| In Clogherhead tonight
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| Two friends they met in a foreign land
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| In a land beyond the sea
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| And one of them sent for Clogherhead
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| And landed there that day
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| After a shake hands and a friendly drink
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| The other murmured low
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| Come tell me about the old home town
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| Come tell me all you know
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| Is Clogherhead like it used to be?
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| Is the pier still there?
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| Do the boys and girls go round the head
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| In the evening so fair?
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| Is my girl as nice as she used to be?
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| Are my friends alright?
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| Oh what I’d give to be with them
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| In Clogherhead tonight
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| He spoke about his little girl
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| And he murmured with a sigh:
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| «If she had been more kind to me
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| I’d ne’er have said good bye»
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| The tears they rolled down his cheeks
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| And his heart was sad and sore
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| But his sigh quickly changed to a smile of joy
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| As he said once more
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| Is Clogherhead like it used to be?
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| Is the pier still there?
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| Do the boys and girls go round the head
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| In the evening so fair?
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| Is my girl as nice as she used to be?
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| Are my friends alright?
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| Oh what I’d give to be with them
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| In Clogherhead tonight |