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This is the day the fisherman likes |
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And so do I |
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When the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spikes |
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Hear the curlews cry |
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The nightingale sings her best |
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We'll drink a pint in hamiltons rest |
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And the girl I love wore a muslin dress |
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The fisherman dream of the sun in the west |
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And so do I |
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And so do I |
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Now I can see |
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Since the girl I love dearly |
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Has cast her loving spell on me |
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This is the day the cuckoo likes |
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And so do I |
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When the hills fall down in different shapes |
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And the swallows fly |
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To a hidden beach where boats can't go |
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Mountain rivers overflow |
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I hear the squealin' of the seagulls |
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As off home they go |
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And so do I |
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And so do I |
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Now I can see |
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Since the girl I love dearly |
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Has cast her loving spell on me |
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I'll cross the seven oceans |
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Forever more I'll wander |
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'Till she has cast her loving spell on me |
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This is the day the fisherman likes |
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And so do I |
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When the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spikes |
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Hear the curlews cry |
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The nightingale sings her best |
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We'll drink a pint in hamiltons rest |
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And the girl I love wore a muslin dress |
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The fishermen dream of the sum in the west |
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And so do I |
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And so do I |
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And so do I |
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And so do I |
