| When I was young and in my prime
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| And could wander wild and free
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| There was always a longing in my heart
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| To follow the call of sea
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| So I’ll sing farewell to Carlingford
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| And farewell to Greenore
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| I’ll think of both day and night
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| Until I return once more
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| Until I return once more
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| On all of the stormy seven seas
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| I have sailed before the mast
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| But on every voyage I ever made
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| I swore it would be my last
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| Now I have a girl called Mary Doyle
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| And she lives in Greenore
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| And the foremost thought was in her mind
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| To keep me safe on the shore
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| Now a landsman’s life is all his own
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| He can go or he can stay
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| But when the sea gets in your blood
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| When she calls you must obey |