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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS |
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A sweet little colleen with skin like the snow. I looked at my woman—a song she was hummin'
As old as the hills, so I gave her a. pogue ; 'Twas like our old courtin', half sarious, half sportin'?
When Molly was young, an' when hoops were in vogue.
When she'd say to Myself: " You can court with the best o' them." When I'd say to Herself: "Sure, I'm betther than gold." When she'd say to Myself: "You're as wild as the rest o' them." And I'd say to Herself: "Troth, I'm time enough old." |
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