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They were at it still when I come down
From the side of Snaefell, and I'll be bound—
Me? yes, me; from Sulby over,
Sulby Claddagh—Tommy Red-clover,
They were callin' the chap, and married that day,
And axed to the weddin', and couldn' stay,
And the sober amazin'. So on and on,
Souljerin' lek, and thinkin' the fun
I was leavin' behind, till I come in my cruisin'
Where the Northside gels is puttin' their shoes on
When they're goin' to Laxey fair—
Till they get up yandhar, aw, bless ye! as bare
As an egg; but there—aw, I've seen them arrit
Afore now, aw, I have! and some like a carrot
That red, and others like white stone
The smooth and the shiny—but—lave it alone!
From the side of Snaefell, and I'll be bound—
Me? yes, me; from Sulby over,
Sulby Claddagh—Tommy Red-clover,
They were callin' the chap, and married that day,
And axed to the weddin', and couldn' stay,
And the sober amazin'. So on and on,
Souljerin' lek, and thinkin' the fun
I was leavin' behind, till I come in my cruisin'
Where the Northside gels is puttin' their shoes on
When they're goin' to Laxey fair—
Till they get up yandhar, aw, bless ye! as bare
As an egg; but there—aw, I've seen them arrit
Afore now, aw, I have! and some like a carrot
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The smooth and the shiny—but—lave it alone!
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