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I'll never forget the walk to the station,
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Me with your suitcase being brotherly and strong.
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And tryin' to make light of the whole situation,
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In light conversation we moved through the throng.
And you with your bright eyes and best dress for travelling
And me in my work clothes, unshaven and plain,
I fully intended to put in a half day,
When my good intentions went with you on the train.
And I never looked back as the train left the station,
Crossed over the road way and into the park,
And there in a bar an old man was singing,
And I sat there drinking until it grew dark.
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And I wished I was in sweet Dungloe
(And now the stars were hidden by rain clouds,)
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and seated on the grass
(The song of the old man still locked in my brain,)
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And by my side a bottle
(And all emigration is the curse of a nation)
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and on my knee a lass
(The setting now fitting his sad sweet refrain.)
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I'd call for liquor of the best
(
And now all the stars were hidden by rain clouds,)
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I'd pay before I go
(
I heard the birds singing on the dawning of the day)
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and I'd roll my Mary in my arms
(And there was no help from the city forthcoming,)
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in the sweet town of Dungloe
(No sympathy numbed your going away.)