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Happy me Christmas tree
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It was Christmas time in the emerald land
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And Winter had touched her with his icy hand
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The moor looked enchanting from the snow on the ground
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And the glen wore the winter like an icy, white gown
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Father made love to the Blarney Stone
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And could talk till your ears were blue
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And he'd tell you these stories of romance and glory
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And swear that they're all true
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We had cousins from Dublin and aunts from Belfast
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But of all our guests, the least was not last
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Uncle O'Malley came from the U.S.A.
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And brought wondrous gifts for his Christmas Day
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But the greatest gift he brought from America
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Was music for God, the Bossanova
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Green Bossa
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