| Lyric | Song |
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| There was three men came out of the west their fortunes for to try | |
| With nasty pitch to soil his hands and to sail across the stormy sea | |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, | |
| As I roved out thro' Dublin city At the hour of twelve o'the night | |
| Way, hay, up she rises early in the morning! | |
| Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use a poor maiden so? | |
| When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen | |
| From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues | |
| I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me | |
| And he has drawn his good broad sword, that hung down by his knee | |
| | Lyric | Song |
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| Here's a health to all lovers that are loyal and just! Here's confusion to the rival that lives in distrust | |
| My childhood days bring back sad reflections of happy times I spent so long ago | |
| Alas, my love you do me wrong to cast me off discourteously | |
| Strange news has come to town, strange news is carried | |
| Come and sit by my side if you love me, do not hasten to bid me adieu | |
| And if you kiss my cold clay lips, your days they won't be long. | |
| Oh, all the comrades e'er I had, They're sorry for my going away | |
| He sailed East, he sailed West, he sailed unto proud Turkey. | |
| In Scarlet Town, where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin' | |
| Oh the ocean waves may roll, And the stormy winds may blow | |
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