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As I walk the road from Killeshandra, weary, I sat down |
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For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town |
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Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare |
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Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair |
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The Autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare |
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Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair |
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My gaze retreats, defies my feet, and once again I sigh |
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As the broken pool of sky reminds the colour of her eyes |
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At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found |
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And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town |
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If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile |
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And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll talk to me a while |
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So next Sunday evening finds me homeward, Killeshandra bound |
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To work the week 'til I return to court in Cavan Town |
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When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not say no |
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So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her, I'll go |
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As I walk the road from Killeshandra, weary, I sat down |
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For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town |
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Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare |
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Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair |
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Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair. |