| As I walk the road from Killeshandra, weary, I sat down
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| For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
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| Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
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| Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair
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| The Autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare
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| Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
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| My gaze retreats, defies my feet, and once again I sigh
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| As the broken pool of sky reminds the colour of her eyes
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| At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found
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| And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town
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| If my luck will hold I’ll have the golden summer of her smile
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| And to break the hearts of Cavan men she’ll talk to me a while
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| So next Sunday evening finds me homeward, Killeshandra bound
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| To work the week 'til I return to court in Cavan Town
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| When asked if she would be my bride, at least she’d not say no
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| So next Sunday morning I’ll rouse myself and back to her, I’ll go
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| As I walk the road from Killeshandra, weary, I sat down
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| For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
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| Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
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| Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair
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| Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair |