| She stood beside my narrow bed to check my E.K.G
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| She shook her pretty little head at what’s become of me
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| I thought I glimpsed a path that led through rhododendron days
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| And fuchsia nights to the boat shed in which we two once lay
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| But she gazed only at my chart, the valleys and the peaks
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| Brought back the time she broke my heart in Macgillycuddy’s Reeks
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| But she gazed only at my chart, the valleys and the peaks
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| Brought back the time she broke my heart in Macgillycuddy’s Reeks
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| I saw her on Killarney’s shore one morning in July
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| When I still thought I was a thorn, tryin' to find a side
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| I met her in the little launch that runs to Innisfallen
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| Hunched together, haunch to haunch, tryin' to keep my balance
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| But she upset my applecart, she kissed me on the cheek
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| And I was struck by Cupid’s dart in Macgillycuddy’s Reeks
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| Macgillycuddy’s Reeks, Macgillycuddy’s Reeks
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| When I was struck by Cupid’s dart in Macgillycuddy’s Reeks
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| She was a systems analyst for a dot com company
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| She said, «You think because we’ve kissed, I’ll be yours eternally»
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| «I'll sign another prenup and we’ll merge our P.L.C.s
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| That’s why most girls go belly-up in this economy» |