The Road to Clady

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W:I am a country servant, serving in Killane,
W:in a place they call New Hamilton, a grand old-fashioned town.
W:It was early one morning, at the hour of three,
W:when I set off to Clady, the old grey mare and me.
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W:In the corner of the street, a bus I chanced to pass,
W:and in the corner of the bus I spied a country lass.
W:Says I: "My pretty fair maid, will you come along with me?
W:I'm going the road to Clady, the old grey mare and me."
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W:Cheeks as red as roses, eyes a bonny blue,
W:dancing, dancing, pierced me through and through.
W:She fairly won my fancy, and stole away me heart,
W:jogging along to Clady on the sour milk cart.
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W:Well I asked her up beside me, and on the cart she sat,
W:I slipped an arm around her waist, we soon began to chat.
W:The birds in the bushes, how sweetly they did sing.
W:The blackbirds and the thrushes, how they made the forest ring.
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W:Well you've heard of lords and ladies making love in shady bowers,
W:and how they woo a while among the roses and the flowers.
W:I'll never forget that morning, when Cupid shot his dart,
W:jogging along to Clady on the sour milk cart.
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