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Dry Cardrona

Dry Cardrona
( James Baxter; tune: D. Tomms)

 Oh, I have seen the cherries bloom
 By the dry Cardrona,
 Where I plucked them long ago
 On a day when I was sober,
 On a day when I was sober.

 My father he wore a parson's coat,
 By the dry Cardrona,
 He kept a tally of the sheep and the goat,
 But I was never sober,
 No, I was never sober.

 My mother she sewed her Sunday skirts,
 By the dry Cardrona,
 They say she died of a broken heart,
 For I was never sober,
 No, I was never sober.

 And I loved a maiden, but only one,
 By the dry Cardrona.
 She up and married a banker's son,
 For I was never sober,
 No, I was never sober.

 So I married a widow of forty-nine,
 By the dry Cardrona,
 She had a stable and sheep like mine,
 But I was never sober,
 No, I was never sober.

 Oh, bury my bones till the judgement crack,
 By the dry Cardrona,
 A blanket swag upon my back
 To pillow me, drunk or sober,
 To pillow me, drunk or sober.

 Oh, the rivers run to a rimless grave,
 Even the dry Cardrona,
 But nary a one will turn my way
 Till I am bone-cold sober,
 Till I am bone-cold sober.

 And I have seen the cherries bloom
 By the dry Cardrona,
 Where I plucked them long ago
 On a day when I was sober,
 On a day when I was sober.

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