| Will you meet me on Clare Island
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| Summer stars are in the sky
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| We’ll get the ferry out from Roonagh
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| And wave all our cares goodbye
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| And we’ll go dancing at the ceili
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| We’ll go kissing on the strand
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| Take our clothes off in the moonlight
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| Skinny-dipping hand in hand
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| And we’ll start drinking in the twilight
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| Keep it up until the dawn
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| In both the bars
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| Because there’s no guards
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| To take our names and send us home.
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| Will you meet me on Clare Island
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| Gettin' weary of the city
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| Seems so many things have changed
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| Let’s head off for Nora Dalys home
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| Where she’s walked
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| It never rained
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| So will you meet me on Clare Island
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| And if there’s wild and tall white horses
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| And the swell rolls in the bay
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| I won’t care if the boat can’t sail
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| Sure we’ll get home
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| Some other day
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| So will you meet me on Clare Island.
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| (the locals say «in «to the Island and out to the mainland but the song feels
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| right from a tourists point of view) |