| It was down by Christ Church that I first met with Annie
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| A neat little girl and not a bit shy
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| She told me her father had come from Dungallen
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| And would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye
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| And what’s that to any man, whether or no
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| Whether I’m easy, or whether I’m true
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| As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
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| And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
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| All down the way Thomas Street, down to the levy
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| The sunlight was gone, and the evening grew dark
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| Along Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffy
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| My arms were around her, beyond in the park
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| And what’s that to any man, whether or no
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| Whether I’m easy, or whether I’m true
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| As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
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| And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
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| Oh, from city or country, a girl is a jewel
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| And well made for grippin', the most of the while
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| But any young fellow is really a fool
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| If he tries at the first time to go a bit far
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| And what’s that to any man, whether or no
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| Whether I’m easy, or whether I’m true
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| As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
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| And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
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| And if ever ye´ go, to the town of Dungallen
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| You can search ´till your eyeballs are empty and blind
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| Be you lyin´ or walking or sitting or running
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| A girl like Annie you´ll never find
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| And what’s that to any man, whether or no
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| Whether I’m easy, or whether I’m true
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| As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
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| And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe |