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The Lass of Roch Royal

Who is gonna shoe your pretty little foot?
And who is gonna glove your hand?
And who is gonna kiss those red ruby lips
When I'm in that far off land?

The pretty little birds did sing sad notes
They sang around the lake
They sang us a sad little goodbye song
Cuz they knew I was going away

Oh when my eyes are smiling
My heart is full of pain
Cause I know where they will put me in
I'll never see you again

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