| A group of men sat ‘round the fire,
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| telling old tales 'til the midnight hour
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| Along came a stumbling little girl,
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| dancing around with a smile
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| Her ma came running fast in her wake,
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| sorry kind sirs for that headache
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| The group of men then a plea did make — please don’t take her away
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| We thought it was beautiful
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| We thought it was beautiful
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| We thought it was beautiful
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| Walking through an ancient space,
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| young lads say what is this place?
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| Fading light through windows cold,
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| the whole thing seems too old
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| But a woman there, she seems so wise,
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| with a nice young face and lovin' brown eyes
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| Lads don’t like the ancient place — but she goes there everyday
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| She thinks it is beautiful
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| She thinks it is beautiful
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| She thinks it is beautiful
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| She thinks it is beautiful
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| She thinks it is beautiful
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| Climbing down from the mountains high,
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| Danny’s father gave a tired sigh
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| Well me boy, that’s it I’m done,
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| sweating all day in the sun
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| The mountain’s never worth the pain,
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| climbing all day and with what gain?
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| His little son then a sound did make — and Danny he did say
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| I thought it was beautiful
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| I thought it was beautiful
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| I thought it was beautiful
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| I thought it was beautiful
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| I thought it was beautiful
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| I thought it was beautiful
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| I thought it was beautiful
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| I thought it was beautiful |