Oh the sky was dark and the night advanced
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When a convict came to the Isle of France
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And round his leg was a ringing chain
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And his country was of the Shamrock Green
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I'm from the Shamrock this convict cried
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That has been tossed on the ocean wide
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For being unruly I do declare
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I was doomed to transport these seven long years
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When six of them they were up and past
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I was coming home to make up the last
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When the winds did blow and the seas did roar
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They cast me here on this foreign shore
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So then the coastguard he played a part
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And with some brandy, he cheered the convict's heart
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Although the night is far advanced
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You shall find a friend on the Isle of France
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So he sent a letter all to the queen
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Concerning the wreck of the Shamrock Green
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And his freedom came by a speedy post
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For the absent convict they thought was lost
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God bless the coastguard this convict cried
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For he's saved my life from the ocean wide
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And I'll drink his health in a flowing glass
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And here's success to the Isle Of France
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The Isle Of France
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John Wesley Harding |