Tell me the legends of long ago
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When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose
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Play me the melodies I want to know
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So I can teach my children, oh
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Pray tell me the story of young CuChulainn
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How his eyes were dark his expression sullen
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And how he'd fight and always won
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And how they cried when he was fallen
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Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land
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And how her sons died at her own hand
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And how fools obey commands
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Oh tell me the legends of long ago
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Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
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Will she no come back to me
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Will she no come back to me
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Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling
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Far away you rolling river
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Roll down the mountain side
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On down on down go lassie go
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Oh Tell me the legends of long ago
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When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose
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Play me the melodies so I might know
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So I can tell my children, oh
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My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love
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It was a joy that Joyce brought to me
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Wild William Butler Yeats
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And Oscar, he's going Wilde
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Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan?
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Looking for a girl with green eyes
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My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen
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That Georgie knows Best
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But Van is the man
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Starvation once again
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Drinking whiskey in the jar-o
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Synge's Playboy of the Western World
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As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there
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Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
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Is such a long, long way from Tipperary
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Roisin Dubh
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| Thin Lizzy |
