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When true lovers meet down beside the green bower |
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When true lovers meet down beneath the green tree |
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When Mary, fond Mary, declared to her true love |
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"You have stolen my poor heart from the Banks of the Lee" |
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I loved her very dearly, most true and sincerely |
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There was no one in this wide world I loved more than she |
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Every bush, every bower, every wild Irish flower |
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Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee. |
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"Don't stay out too late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary |
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Don't stay out too late, love, on the moorlands from me" |
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But it's little was my notion when we parted on the ocean |
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That we were forever partin by the Banks of the Lee |
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I loved her very dearly, most true and sincerely |
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There was no one in this wide world I loved more than she |
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Every bush, every bower, every wild Irish flower |
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Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee. |
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I will pull my love some roses, some wild Irish roses |
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I will pull my love her some roses, the fairest e'er seen |
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And I'll leave them on the grave of my own dear darlin Mary |
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In that cold and silent churchyard where she sleeps 'neath the dew |
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I loved her very dearly, most true and sincerely |
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There was no one in this wide world I loved more than she |
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Every bush, every bower, every wild Irish flower |
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Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee. |
