Darby Oleary

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One evening of late as I happened
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 to stray
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To the county Tipperary I straight 
took my way
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To dig for patatoes and work by 
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the day
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For a farmer called Darby O'Leary

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I asked him how far we were bound 
for to go
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The night being dark and a cold 
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wind did blow
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I was hungry and tired and me 
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spirits were low
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For I got neither whiskey nor water

The dirty old miser he mounted his 
steed
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To the Gull Belly Mountains he rode 
in great speed
I followed behind til my poor feet 
did bleed
And we stopped when his old horse 
was weary

When we came to his cottage I 
entered it first
It looked like a kennel or ruined 
old church
And I says to meself I am left in 
the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary

I well recollect it was Michael mess
 night
To a hearty good supper he did me 
invite
A cup of sour milk that was more 
green then white
And it gave me a threatening 
disorder

The wet old patatoes would poison 
the cats
And the barn where me bed stood was 
sworn with rats
And the flees would have frightened 
the fearless Saint Pat
Who banished the snakes over the 
border

He worked me by day and he worked me
 by night
While he held an old candle to give 
me some light
I wished his patatoes would die of 
the blight
And himself would go off with the 
fairies

't Was on this old miser I looked 
with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to
 make me shake down
And I wished that I'd never seen him
 nor his town
Or the sky over Darby O'Leary

I worked in Kilconnal, I've worked 
in Kilmore
I've worked in Knockannie and 
Shanbalamore
And Pallas and Nigger and 
Salahatmore
With farmers so decent and cheery

I've worked in Tipperary, the rag in
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At the mount of Kilfacel, the bridge
 of Aleen
Such woefull starvation I never yet 
seen
As I got from old Darby O'Leary