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Tell me the legends of long ago |
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When the kings and queens would dance |
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In the realm of the Black Rose |
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Play me the melodies I want to know |
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So I can teach my children, oh |
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Pray, tell me the story of young Cuchulainn |
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How his eyes were dark his expression sullen |
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And how he'd fight and always won |
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And how they cried when he was fallen |
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Oh, tell me the story of the queen of this land |
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And how her sons died at her own hand |
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And how fools obey commands |
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Oh, tell me the legends of long ago |
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Where the mountains of Mourne |
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Come down to the sea |
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Will she no come back to me? |
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Will she no come back to me? |
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Oh Shenandoah, I hear you calling |
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Far away you rolling river |
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Roll down the mountain side |
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On down, on down go Lassie go |
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Oh, tell me the legends of long ago |
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When the kings and queens would dance |
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In the realms of the Black Rose |
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And play me the melodies so that I might know |
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And I can tell my children, oh |
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My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love |
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It was a joy, that Joyce brought to me |
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While William Butler waits |
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And Oscar, he's going wild |
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Ah sure, Brendan where have you been? |
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Looking for a girl with green eyes |
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My dark Rosaleen is my colleen |
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That Georgie knows best |
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But Van is the man |
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Starvation once again |
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Drinking whiskey in the jar, oh |
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Synge's playboy of the western World |
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As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there |
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Where the Mountains of Mourne |
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Come down to the sea |
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Is such a long, long way from Tipperary |
