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It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing, all for another season, I 'll go along with you, bid this Irish nation, I 'll bid adieu. yet annoy my patience, I'm going away, to purchase a plantation, Then after a short while a fortune does be pleasing,
T'will cause them for smile at our late going away, We'll be happy as Queen Victoria, all in her greatest glory,
We'll be drinking wine and porter all in Amerika y. If you were in your bed lying and thinking on dying, The sight of the lovely Bann banks, your sorrow you'd give o'er,
Or if were down one hour, down in yon shady bower, Pleasure would surround you, y ou'd think on death no more.
Then fare you well, sweet Cragie Hills, where often times I've roved,
I never thought my childhood days I 'd part you any more,
Now we're sailing on the ocean for honour and promotion,
And the bonny boats are sailing, way down by Doorin shore.
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