| I wish I was in Carrickfergus
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| Only for nights in Ballygrand
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| I would swim over the deepest ocean
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| Only to be there, to be by your side
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| But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
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| And neither have I the wings to fly
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| I wish I had a handsome boatsman
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| To ferry me over to my love and die
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| My childhood days bring back sad reflections
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| Of happy days spent so long ago
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| My boyhood friends and my own relations
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| Have all passed on now like a melting of snow
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| So I’ll spend my days in endless roaming
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| Soft is the grass, and my bed is free
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| Ah, to be home now in Carrickfergus
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| On that long road down to the salty sea
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| And in Kilkenny it is reported
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| On marble stone there as black as ink
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| With gold and silver I did support her
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| But I’ll sing no more now til I get a drink
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| And I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober
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| A handsome rover from town to town
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| Oh but I’m sick now and my days are numbered
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| Come all me young men and lay me down
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| I wish I had you in Carrickfergus
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| Only for nights in Ballygrand
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| I would swim over the deepest ocean
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| Only to be there, to be by your side |