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Happy Love 181
7 "Five thousand pounds and all my clothes I took away that
night. And with the lad that I adored to Belfast we took flight. His love has so entangled me, and him I'll ne'er deny, And to America I'll go with my bonny laboring boy."
8 Come fill your glasses to the brim; let the toast go merrily
round. Here's luck to every laboring boy who plows and sows the land, For when his work is over, to home he'll steer with joy, For happy is the girl who gets the bonny laboring boy. |
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