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My childhood days bring back sad reflections

Of happy times I spent so long ago.

My boyhood friends and my own relations

Have all passed on now like melting snow.

But I’ll spend my days in endless roaming,

Soft is the grass my bed is free.

Ah to be back in Carrickfergus

On that long road down to the sea.

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And in Kilkenny it is reported

There are marble stones as black as ink,

With gold and silver I would support her,

But I’ll sing no more now till I get a drink.

I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober,

A handsome rover from town to town.

Ah, but I’m sick now, my days are numbered

So come all ye young men and lay me down.