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 potatoes and work by 
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the day,
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for a farmer called Darby O'Leary.

[Verse 2]
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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 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.

[Verse 3]
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The dirty old miser he mounted his 
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steed,
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to the Galbally Mountains he rode in
 great speed,
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I followed behind 'til my poor 
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feet did bleed,
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when we stopped when his old horse
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 was weary.

[Verse 4]
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When we came to his cottage I 
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entered it first,
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it seemed like a kennel or ruined 
old church,
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says aye to myself I am left in 
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the lurch,
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in the house of old Darby O'Leary.

[Verse 5]
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I well recollect it was Michalmass 
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night,
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to a hearty good supper he did me 
invite,
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a cup of sour milk that was more 
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green than white,
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and it gave me the trotting 
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disorder.

[Verse 6]
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The wet old potatoes would poison 
the cats,
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and the barn where me bed was, was 
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swarming with rats,
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the fleas would have frightened the
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 fearless Saint Pat,
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who banished the snakes o'er the 
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border.

[Verse 7]
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He worked me by day and he worked
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 me by night,
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while he held an old candle to give 
me some light,
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I wished his potatoes would die of
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 the blight,
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or himself would go off with the 
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fairies.

[Verse 8]
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't Was on this old miser I looked 
with a frown,
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when the straw was brought in for 
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to make my shakedown,
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and I wished that I'd never seen 
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him nor his town,
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nor the sky over Darby O'Leary.

[Verse 9]
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I worked in Kilconnel, I've 
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worked in Kilmore,
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I've worked in Knockranny and 
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Shanballymore,
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and Kalisanaker and Sollahed Moore,
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with farmers so decent and cheery.

[Verse 10]
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I've worked in Tipperary, the Rag in
 Ross Green,
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at the mount of Killfegal, the 
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Bridge of Orleans,
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such woeful starvation I never yet 
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seen,
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as I got from old Darby O'Leary.