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By John Mcdermott, Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like
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By John Mcdermott, Now when I was a young man and I carried
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By John Mcdermott, Annie laurie: to agnieszka
Maxwellton braes are bonnies where early fa's
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By John Mcdermott, Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should
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By John Mcdermott, Ave maria gratia plena
Maria gratia plena
Maria gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus
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By John Mcdermott, Barbara allan to bill and anne mulloy of calgary, alberta
It
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By John Mcdermott, Believe me if all those endearing young charms : to
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By John Mcdermott, Bluebells of scotland : to nat the cat, minnie and
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By John Mcdermott, By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the
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By John Mcdermott, How can I go on
When I know I gave it
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By John Mcdermott, The christmas season here at last
I wish you peace and
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By John Mcdermott, Oh, danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen
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By John Mcdermott, These are the thoughts of a father
On the wedding day
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By John Mcdermott, It was a friday in april 1986,
The day that nightmare
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By John Mcdermott, Flow gently sweet afton : to barbara mcpherson
Flow gently sweet
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By John Mcdermott, I don't have to look any further
Like I always used
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By John Mcdermott, If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe
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By John Mcdermott, When blossoms flower e'er 'mid the snows,
Upon a winter night,
Was
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By John Mcdermott, Now that we have come this far
Don't be frightened by
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By John Mcdermott, We had an apartment in the city
Me and Loretta liked
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By John Mcdermott, Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with
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By John Mcdermott, Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with
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By John Mcdermott, Away in a manger,
Angels from the realms of glory
Good king
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By John Mcdermott, Deck the halls (with boughs of holly)
Noel nouvelet
Patapan
The angels and
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By John Mcdermott, Kathleen : to pan and terry
Blown like a leaf on
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By John Mcdermott, Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!
In you let
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By John Mcdermott, Lo how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of
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By John Mcdermott, I have heard the mavis singing
His love song to the
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By John Mcdermott, There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may
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By John Mcdermott, Far frae my hame I wander but still my thoughts