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The Irish Girl I stepped out one morning Down by the riverside; I cast my eyes all around me, That blue-eyed girl I spied. So red and rosy were her cheeks, And yellow was her hair, How costly was the jewelry That blue-eyed girl did wear. Tears came rolling down her cheeks, How mournful she did cry: "My love has gone and left me, And surely I will die." Love, it is a killing thing Did you ever feel the pang? How hard it is to be in love And can't be loved again. I wish I were in New Orleans, A-sitting in my chair, A glass of brandy in my hand, My arms around my dear. I'd wish for whiskey, Roman wine, I'd drink before I'd go; I'd sail through the deepest ocean, Let the wind blow high or low. Note: can be sung with chorus (to the same tune:) Let the winds blow high or low, me boys Let the seas be mountain high. It is the seaman's duty The helm (pronounced hel-lum) to stand by. Note: From Only a Miner, Green. Collected from Ruby Duncan, TN RG
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