| In the village of Kildoran lived a maiden young and fair.
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| Her eyes, they shone like diamonds, she had long and golden hair,
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| The countryman came riding up to her daddy’s gate,
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| Mounted on a milk-white stallion, he came at the stroke of eight.
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| Step it out Mary, my fine daughter,
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| Step it out Mary if you can.
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| Step it out Mary, my fine daughter,
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| Show your legs to the countryman.
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| I have come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair,
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| I have gold and I have silver, I have land beyond compare.
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| I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her hand.
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| I will build for her a mansion, she’ll have servants to command.
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| «Oh, kind Sir I have a soldier and I’ve pledged to him my hand.
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| I don’t want your house nor silver, I don’t want your gold nor land.»
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| Mary’s father spoke up sharply, «you will do as you are told
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| You will marry him on Sunday and you will wear the ring of gold.»
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| In the village of Kildoran there’s a deep stream running by.
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| They found Mary there on Sunday, drowned with the soldier boy.
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| In the cottage there is music, you can hear her daddy say,
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| «Step it out Mary my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day.»
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| words & music: trad., arr. |
| by Eddie & Sarah-Jane |