It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
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That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes
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And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
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To give her a token of his love, we suppose
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"Mary, oh Mary, if I could be your man
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Between you and danger I fearlessly would stand
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With this gold claddagh ring on your lily-white hand
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Oh, there ne'er was another would dress you so grand."
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There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
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Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
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"Johnny, oh Johnny the ring it is of gold
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And it's hands and fine heart, they are lovely to behold
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But if I had the ring for one evening to hold
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Then you shall have my answer e'er the week shall be old."
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"Oh why have the weeks gone and not an answer came ?
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And why is it that women are smarter than men ?
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Oh the girl's kept the ring which I shall ne'er see again
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Oh, she has many like it in a fine box at hame."
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There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
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Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
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It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
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That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes
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And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
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To give her a token of his love, we suppose
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There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
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Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
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Oh, her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
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The Gold Claddagh Ring
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Andy M. Stewart |