| Fie on goodness, fie
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| Fie on goodness, fie
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| Eight years of kindness to your neighbor
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| Making sure that the meek are treated well
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| Eight years of philanthropic labor
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| Derry down dell, damn, but it’s hell
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| Oh, fie on goodness, fie
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| Fie, fie, fie
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| It’s been depressing all the way
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| Derry down, derry down
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| And getting glummer every day
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| Derry down, derry down
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| Ah, but to burn a little town
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| Or slay a dozen men
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| Anything to laugh again
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| Oh, fie on goodness, fie
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| Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie
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| When I think of the rollicking pleasures
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| That earlier filled my life
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| Lolly lo, lolly lo
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| Like the time I beheaded a man
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| Who was beating his naked wife
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| Lolly lo, lolly lo
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| I can still hear his widow say
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| Never moving from where she lay
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| «Tell me what can I do, I beg, sir, of you
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| Your kindness to repay»
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| Fie on goodness, fie
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| Fie on goodness, fie
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| Lechery and vice have been arrested, arrested
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| Not a maiden is evermore in threat
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| Virgins may wander unmolested, unmolested
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| Lolly lo let, gad, it’s a sweat
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| Oh, fie on goodness, fie
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| Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie
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| How we roared and brawled in Scotland
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| Not a law was e’er obeyed
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| And when wooing called in Scotland
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| We’d grab any parsing maid
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| Ah, my heart is still in Scotland
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| Where the lasses woo the best
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| On some bonny hill in Scotland
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| Stroking someone’s bonny
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| Fie on Scotland, fie
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| Fie on Scotland, fie
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| No one repents for any sin now
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| Every soul is immaculate and trim, immaculate
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| No one is covered with chagrin now
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| Lolly lo lim, gad, but it’s grim
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| Oh, fie on goodness, fie
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| Fie, fie, fie
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| There’s not a folly to deplore
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| Derry down, derry down
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| Confession Sunday is a bore
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| Derry down, derry down
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| Ah, but to spend a tortured evening
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| Staring at the floor
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| Guilty and alive once more
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| Oh, fie on virtue, fie
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| Fie on mercy, fie
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| Fie on justice, fie on goodness
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| Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie |