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By Christy Moore, See the bright new moon is rising,
Above the land of
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By Christy Moore, I was lured by the rocking horse
Sweets and the bualadh
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By Christy Moore, Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips
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By Christy Moore, In the cold of the evening, they used to gather.
Neath
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By Christy Moore, In the City of Chicago,
As the evening shadows fall,
There are
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By Christy Moore, I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep
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By Christy Moore, don't forget your shovel if you want to go to
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By Christy Moore, Of all the stars that ever shone
Not one does twinkle
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By Christy Moore, For all of our languages we can't communicate
For all of
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By Christy Moore, I want to reach out over the lough
And feel your
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By Christy Moore, I'm an ordinary man, nothing special nothing grand
I've had to
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By Christy Moore, True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen
Standing
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By Christy Moore, This is the day the fisherman likes
And so do I
When
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By Christy Moore, When i was young and I was in my day
I
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By Christy Moore, well weren't we the rare oul stock
spent the evenin' gettin'
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By Christy Moore, It was one fine March morning, I bid New Orleans
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By Christy Moore, Have you seen the old man in the closed down
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By Christy Moore, I am a sailor, you're my first mate
We signed on
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By Christy Moore, I was 18 when I came to town, they called
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By Christy Moore, Sit by my side come as close as the air
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By Christy Moore, The good ship Granma lies at anchor in the harbour
Waiting
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By Christy Moore, Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, broodin' o'er the old
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By Christy Moore, How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork
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By Christy Moore, When apples still grow in November
When Blossoms still bloom from
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By Christy Moore, There were three auld gypsies came to our hall door.
They
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By Christy Moore, Sonny lives on a farm, in a wide open space
Take
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By Christy Moore, The time has come to part, my love,
I must go
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By Christy Moore, Ten years before I saw the light of morning
A comradeship
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By Christy Moore, It was one fine March morning, I bid New Orleans
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By Christy Moore, (Composed by Christy Hennessy)I'm goin' to saddle up me old