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Sure a terrible time I was out o' the way, Over the sea, over the sea, Till I come to Ireland one sunny day,- Betther for me, betther for me: The first time me fut got the feel o' the ground I was strollin' along in an Irish city That hasn't its aquil the world around For the air that is sweet an' the girls that are pretty.'
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