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Last night, lovely
Fiona,
Looked me in the eye
She said our long awaited plans
to wed might pass us by
I said love how can this be?
You’re the only one for me
She said listen close I’ll tell you why
I was born on the
city streets
And I’ve lived my young life there
I‘ve breathed my fill of turf fire smoke
And the stench that fills the air
I know the city is your home
And you are not inclined to roam
But I’ve got to find some countryside somewhere
She said you and
I‘ve had our ups and downs
And I’m dread sick of Dublin town
I won’t be living here until I’m dead
There it is now you decide
You better find a farm or find a bride
That’s what lovely Fiona said
Sure I love the
city life,
But I love Fiona more
So off I set to find
This little dream she had in store
I don’t know how to milk a goat
Hoe a row or sow some oats
But I’ll be learning, she’s worth fighting for
Ran into older
ploughman grumpy old Mcbride
Complaining how the younger folks have got no farming pride
I told him I would work his land
Dig those tatties with my hands
If that’s what keeps Fiona by my side
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