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Oh woeful was the day when I was pressed to sail afar |
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And leave behind the girl I loved in the town of Ballinagard |
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The shady groves were my delight till I was forced to sail |
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You all may guess at my distress lying in the Nightingale |
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Grief and woe that I must go and fight for England’s King |
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I do not know his friends or foe and war’s a cruel thing |
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The Nightingale lies near at hand, my time alas is brief |
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From pearling streams and mountain rills I part with bitter grief |
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No more I’ll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side |
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Or stroll along the sun-bright rills or view my land with pride |
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We sail away at dawn of day. Our sails are ready set. |
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When Old Ireland’s shore I see no more, I will sigh with deep regret |
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Now all is changed and I must range across the ocean wide |
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Our ship she may in Biscay Bay be sunk beneath the tide |
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If I should fall by a cannonball or sink beneath the sea |
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Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me |
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But if God should spare my graying hair and bring me back again |
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I will love far more my Antrim shore, it’s dark blue hills and glens |
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Around my fire but one desire God grant till life shall fail |
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To keep me far from cruel war and from the Nightingale |
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To keep me far from cruel war and from the Nightingale |
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