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Second Essay for Orchestra, Op. 17 (Live)

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Well, here I am from Paddys land, the land of high renown
I broke the hearts of all the girls four miles from Keady Town
And when they hear that I'm awa', they'll raise a hullaballoo
When they hear about the handsome lad that they call O'Donahue

For I'm the boy to please her and I'm the boy to tease her
I'm the boy can squeeze her up and I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll court her like an Irishman with the brogue and blarney too is me plan
With me rollikin swollikin hollikin wollikin bold O'Donahue

I wish me love was a red, red rose growin' on yon garden wall
And me to be a dew drop and upon her brow I'd fall
Perhaps now she might think of me as a rather heavy dew
No more she'd love the handsome lad that they call O'Donahue

For I'm the boy to please her and I'm the boy to tease her
I'm the boy can squeeze her up and I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll court her like an Irishman with the brogue and blarney too is me plan
With me rollikin swollikin hollikin wollikin bold O'Donahue

I hear that Queen Victoria has a daughter fine and grand
Perhaps she'd take it into her head for to marry an Irishman
And if I could only get the chance to have a word or two
I'm sure she'd take a notion in the bold O'Donahue

For I'm the boy to please her and I'm the boy to tease her
I'm the boy can squeeze her up and I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll court her like an Irishman with the brogue and blarney too is me plan
With me rollikin swollikin hollikin wollikin bold O'Donahue

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