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{{cquote|One morning bright and early as I went to [[Clones]] fair
  
One morning bright and early as I went to Clones fair
 
 
I met a maid so beautiful she seemed beyond compare
 
I met a maid so beautiful she seemed beyond compare
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Her rosy lips and dainty steps soon caused my heart to soar
 
Her rosy lips and dainty steps soon caused my heart to soar
So I asked if she would marry me, on Killyfole Lough shore
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So I asked if she would marry me, on [[Killyfole Lough]] shore
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With eyes that spoke as clearly as the words upon a page
 
With eyes that spoke as clearly as the words upon a page
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She softly sighed it cannot be that I with you engage
 
She softly sighed it cannot be that I with you engage
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I've been promised to another and though it grieves me sore
 
I've been promised to another and though it grieves me sore
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We both must part forever here, on Killyfole Lough shore
 
We both must part forever here, on Killyfole Lough shore
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I drew her closely to my breast and stroked her long brown hair
 
I drew her closely to my breast and stroked her long brown hair
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Another you can't marry now if it is for me you care.
 
Another you can't marry now if it is for me you care.
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With words and tears I begged her hand and kissed her more and more
 
With words and tears I begged her hand and kissed her more and more
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To marry me she'd not agree, on Killyfole Lough shore!
 
To marry me she'd not agree, on Killyfole Lough shore!
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A parting's never easy and I still could see her smile
 
A parting's never easy and I still could see her smile
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As I to Clones bent my step mile after aching mile
 
As I to Clones bent my step mile after aching mile
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And there the sergeant said to me Enlist and join our corps
 
And there the sergeant said to me Enlist and join our corps
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You'll never win that pretty girl, on Killyfole Lough shore
 
You'll never win that pretty girl, on Killyfole Lough shore
  
Farewell to Killyfole! Farewell, Farewell to sweet Slieve Beagh!
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Farewell to [[Killyfole]]! Farewell, Farewell to sweet [[Slieve Beagh]]!
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I'm off to fight the foreigner for I can no longer stay
 
I'm off to fight the foreigner for I can no longer stay
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In Flanders mud and splashed with blood where the cannon spit and roar
 
In Flanders mud and splashed with blood where the cannon spit and roar
I'll dream of her that once I loved, on Killyfole Lough shore.
 
 
  
(Story is that this was found in a old recipe book and seems to have been written around the time of the First World War. If sung, the last line should be repeated in each verse)
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I'll dream of her that once I loved, on Killyfole Lough shore.|||Story is that this was found in a old recipe book<br> and seems to have been written around the time <br>of the First World War. <br>If sung, the last line should be repeated in each verse|}}

Latest revision as of 11:06, 11 July 2010


One morning bright and early as I went to Clones fair

I met a maid so beautiful she seemed beyond compare

Her rosy lips and dainty steps soon caused my heart to soar

So I asked if she would marry me, on Killyfole Lough shore



With eyes that spoke as clearly as the words upon a page

She softly sighed it cannot be that I with you engage

I've been promised to another and though it grieves me sore

We both must part forever here, on Killyfole Lough shore



I drew her closely to my breast and stroked her long brown hair

Another you can't marry now if it is for me you care.

With words and tears I begged her hand and kissed her more and more

To marry me she'd not agree, on Killyfole Lough shore!



A parting's never easy and I still could see her smile

As I to Clones bent my step mile after aching mile

And there the sergeant said to me Enlist and join our corps

You'll never win that pretty girl, on Killyfole Lough shore



Farewell to Killyfole! Farewell, Farewell to sweet Slieve Beagh!

I'm off to fight the foreigner for I can no longer stay

In Flanders mud and splashed with blood where the cannon spit and roar

I'll dream of her that once I loved, on Killyfole Lough shore.

—Story is that this was found in a old recipe book
and seems to have been written around the time
of the First World War.
If sung, the last line should be repeated in each verse