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Sebastian Hugentobler
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, \\
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It's all for me beer and tobacco. \\
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@ -23,4 +24,4 @@ Since first I came ashore from me slumber, \\
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For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know, \\
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Far across the western ocean I must wander. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, \\
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And never brought to mind? \\
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Her eyes they shone like diamonds, \\
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you think she was queen of the land. \\
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@ -30,4 +31,4 @@ right down to "Van Diemen's Land" \\
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Far away from my friends and companions, \\
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betrayed by the black velvet band, \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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Ob wir rote, gelbe Kragen \\
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Helme oder Hüte tragen \\
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Stiefel tragen oder Schuh \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Way-hey up she rises \\
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Way-hey up she rises \\
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That's what we do with a drunken sailor \\
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That's what we do with a drunken sailor \\
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That's what we do with a drunken sailor \\
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Earl-eye in the morning! \\
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Earl-eye in the morning! \\
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street \\
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A gentleman Irish, mighty odd; \\
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He had a brogue both rich and sweet \\
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As down the glen one Easter morn \\
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To a city fair rode I \\
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There armed lines of marching men \\
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But to and fro in my dreams I go \\
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And I'd kneel and pray for you, \\
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For slavery fled, O glorious dead, \\
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When you fell in the foggy dew \\
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When you fell in the foggy dew \\
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I'm a rover and seldom sober \\
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I'm a rover, o' high degree; \\
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And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking \\
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"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee \\
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And though the hills they are high above, \\
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I will climb them wi' greater pleasure \\
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Since I been in the arms o' my love. \\
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Since I been in the arms o' my love. \\
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On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six \\
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We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork \\
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We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks \\
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo \\
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo \\
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy \\
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They're rolling out the guns again, \\
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But they never will take our sons again, \\
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No they never will take our sons again, \\
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Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
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Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
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About four years ago I was digging the land \\
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With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand \\
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Says I to me self, what a pity to see,\\
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Farewell ye dungeons, dark and strong. \\
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Farewell, farewell to thee. \\
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MacPherson's time will no be long \\
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But the put the clock a quarter afore, \\
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And hanged him to the tree. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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In Dublin's fair city, \\
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Where the girls are so pretty, \\
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I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, \\
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Through streets broad and narrow, \\
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Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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In the days I went a courting, I was never tired of sporting \\
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To the alehouse and the playhouse and many's the house besides, \\
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So I told me brother Seamus I'd go off and be right famous \\
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For there's silver there aplenty for the poor man and the gentry \\
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And when I do come back again I never more will stray. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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When boyhood's fire was in my blood \\
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I read of ancient freemen, \\
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For Greece and Rome who bravely stood, \\
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When my dear country shall be made \\
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A Nation once again! \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Of all the money that e'er I spent \\
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I've spent it in good company \\
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And all the harm that ever I did \\
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"Oh! then tell me, Shawn O'Ferrall, tell me why you hurry so?" \\
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"Hush ma bouchal, hush and listen", and his cheeks were all a-glow. \\
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"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, \\
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Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon, \\
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Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon! \\
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At the rising of the moon, at the risin' of the moon, \\
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Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon. \\
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Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon. \\
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Last night as I lay dreaming,of the pleasant days gone by, \\
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My mind being bent on rambling and to Erin’s Isle I did fly. \\
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I stepped on board a vision and sailed out with a will, \\
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Near to Bambridge Town, in the County Down \\
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One morning in July, \\
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Down a boreen green came a sweet coleen, \\
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Till a smiling bride by my own fireside \\
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Sits the Star of the County Down. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street \\
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A gentleman Irish, mighty odd; \\
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He had a brogue both rich and sweet \\
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As I was going over Kilgarry Mountain, \\
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I spied Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'. \\
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I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier, \\
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There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling, \\
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Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin' \\
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But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, \\
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Counting pretty maids in the morning oh so early. \\
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Counting pretty maids in the morning oh so early. \\
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I've been a wild rover for many a year \\
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And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer, \\
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And now I'm returning with gold and great store \\
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And if they forgive me as oftimes before \\
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Sure I never will play the wild rover no more. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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