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$GENNAIO-$MARZO #BJJH           N. #DD
                            $ANNO $XII

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6'-$AM$EM R."C'-$G
  #; <;$DOWN A BO-REEN GREEN CAME A 
SWEET COL-LEEN AND SHE SMILED AS SHE 
PASSED ME BY.
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ODE'-$DM 6.E4'-$EM$DM S9'-$AM S."C
  #: <;$SHE LOOKED SO NEAT FROM HER 
TWO WHITE FEET TO THE SHEEN OF HER 
NUT-BROW-N HAIR, 
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O5'-$DM  ODE   6.E4'-$EM$DM 9.H!
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  #/ <;$SUCH A COAX-IN. ELF $I.D TO 
SHAKE MY-SELF TO MAKE SURE $I WAS 
REAL-LY THERE. 
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ODE'-$DM  6.E4'-$EM$DM S9'-$AM S."C
  #? <;$FROM $BAN-TRY $BAY UP TO $DER-
-RY $QUAY AND FROM $GAL-WAY TO $DUB-
-LI-N TOWN 
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  #+ <;$NO-O MAID $I.VE SEEN LIKE THE 
SWEET COL-LEEN THAT $I MET IN THE 
$COUN-TY $DOWN. 
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ODE'-$DM 6.E4'-$EM$DM S9'-$AM S."C 
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  $AS SHE ONWARD SPED $I SHOOK MY 
HEAD@ $AND $I GAZED WITH A FEELING QUA
-RE,@ $AND $I SAID, SAYS $I, TO A PAS-
SER-BY,@ ($WHO.S THE MAID WITH THE 
NUT-BROWN HAIR?)@ $OH, HE SMILED AT 
ME, AND WITH PRIDE SAYS HE,@ ($THAT.S 
THE GEM OF $IRELAND.S CROWN,@ $SHE.S 
YOUNG $ROSIE $MCCANN FROM THE BANKS OF
THE $BANN,@ $SHE.S THE $STAR OF THE 
$COUNTY $DOWN/)@ 
  $CHORUS 
  $I.VE TRAVELLED A BIT, BUT NEVER WAS
HIT@ $SINCE MY ROVING CAREER BEGAN;@ 
$BUT FAIR AND SQUARE $I SURRENDERED 
THERE@ $TO THE CHARMS OF YOUNG $ROSE 
$MCCANN/@ $I.D A HEART TO LET AND NO 
TENANT YET@ $DID $I MEET WITH IN SHAWL
OR GOWN,@ $BUT IN SHE WENT AND $I A-
SKED NO RENT@ $FROM THE $STAR OF THE 
$COUNTY $DOWN/@ 
  $CHORUS  
  $AT THE CROSSROADS FAIR $I.LL BE SU-
RELY THERE@ $AND $I.LL DRESS IN MY 
$SUNDAY CLOTHES@ $AND $I.LL TRY 
SHEEP.S EYES, AND DELUDHERING LIES@ 
$ON THE HEART OF THE NUT-BROWN $ROSE/@
$NO PIPE $I.LL SMOKE, NO HORSE $I.LL 
YOKE@ $THOUGH WITH RUST MY PLOW TURNS 
BROWN,@ $TILL A SMILING BRIDE BY MY 
OWN FIRESIDE@ $SITS THE $STAR OF THE 
$COUNTY $DOWN/@ 
  $CHORUS