| I came here from Ireland by way of Baltimore
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| I rode the train one hundred miles and and I walked one hundred more
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| I could smell the smoke a-pourin' off those iron mills
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| Before I even saw the town from the top of Wheeling hill
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| Where the river meets the road, where the river meets the road
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| On the eastern bank of the Ohio, where the river meets the road
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| They’ve grown this town by leaps and bounds
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| Since they built that Cumberland road
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| The railroad came in fifty-three and they’re pushin' on I’m told
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| They built a big old iron bridge that faces to the west
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| But I stayed here for a job of work, I think it worked out best
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| Where the river meets the road, where the river meets the road
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| On the eastern bank of the Ohio, where the river meets the road
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| I met a lass at Sunday Mass, she was singin' in the choir
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| Her father worked as a blacksmith, with a bellows, hammer and fire
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| I started out as a roustabout, at night my back would throb
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| But I made a plan and I won her hand when I got my scrivener’s job
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| I tithe to church, I pay my bills and send the rest back home
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| I put roots down in Wheeling town and never more will roam
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| We’re raisin' sons and daughters now, for them I will provide
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| I’ll teach them how to read and write and to walk these streets with pride
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| Where the river meets the road, where the river meets the road
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| On the eastern bank of the Ohio, where the river meets the road |