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By The Irish Descendan, Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS
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By The Irish Descendan, I wandered in time, till I found myself thinking
Of young
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By The Irish Descendan, Its another day we go
sailing o're the blue
i look
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By The Irish Descendan, Take me back to my Western boat,
Let me fish off
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By The Irish Descendan, She'd never been there before
She'd never been there before
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By The Irish Descendan, Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the
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By The Irish Descendan, In the merry month of june, from me home I
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By The Irish Descendan, Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney
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By The Irish Descendan, TRADITIONAL
NOW THE WIDOW LIVED BY THE STRAND
FOR FORTY YEARS