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Dry Cardrona 
Dry Cardrona ( James Baxter; tune: D. Tomms)
 Oh, I have seen the cherries bloom By the dry Cardrona, Where I plucked them long ago On a day when I was sober, On a day when I was sober.
 My father he wore a parson's coat, By the dry Cardrona,
 He kept a tally of the sheep and the goat, But I was never sober, No, I was never sober.
 My mother she sewed her Sunday skirts, By the dry Cardrona, They say she died of a broken heart, For I was never sober, No, I was never sober.
 And I loved a maiden, but only one, By the dry Cardrona. She up and married a banker's son, For I was never sober, No, I was never sober.
 So I married a widow of forty-nine, By the dry Cardrona, She had a stable and sheep like mine, But I was never sober, No, I was never sober.
 Oh, bury my bones till the judgement crack, By the dry Cardrona, A blanket swag upon my back To pillow me, drunk or sober, To pillow me, drunk or sober.
 Oh, the rivers run to a rimless grave, Even the dry Cardrona, But nary a one will turn my way Till I am bone-cold sober, Till I am bone-cold sober. 
 And I have seen the cherries bloom By the dry Cardrona, Where I plucked them long ago On a day when I was sober, On a day when I was sober. 
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