| Oh Kitty, My Darling, remember
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| That the doom will be mine if I stay
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| 'Tis far better to part, though it’s hard to
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| Than to rot in their prison away
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| 'Tis far better to part, though it’s hard to
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| Than to rot in their prison away
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| So softly he then kissed her pale lips
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| 'Twas the same story over an o’er
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| Hush mo mhuirnín, the police are watching
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| And you know that I must go, a stor
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| Hush mo mhuirnín, the police are watching
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| And you know that I must go, a stor
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| In a day now I’ll be over the mountain
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| There’ll be time enough left for to cry
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| So good night and God guard you forever
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| And write to me won’t you, goodbye
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| So good night and God guard you forever
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| And write to me won’t you, goodbye |