| As I walked down by the riverside
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| One evening in the spring
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| Heard a long-gone song from days gone by Blowing in on the great north wind
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| Though there is no lonesome corncrake’s cry
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| Of sorrow and delight
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| You can hear the cars and the shouts from bars
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| And the laughter and the fights
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| May the ghosts that howled 'round the house at night
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| Never keep you from your sleep
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| May they all sleep tight down in hell tonight
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| Or wherever they may be As I walked on with a heavy heart
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| Then a stone danced on the tide
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| And the song went on though the lights were gone
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| And the north wind gently sighed
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| And an evening breeze coming from the east
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| That kissed the riverside
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| So I pray now, child, that you sleep tonight
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| When you hear this lullaby
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| May the wind that blows from haunted graves
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| Never bring you misery
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| May the angels bright watch you tonight
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| And keep you while you sleep |