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Niamh Parsons Lyrics


1917 The strange young man who comes to me A soldier on…
An Páistín Fionn [CHORUS] Is tusa mo rún, mo rún, mo rún Is tusa mo…
Black Is The Colour Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips…
Fear a Bhata Theid mé suas ar an croc is airde Feach a bhfeic…
My Lagan Love Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blows a lily fair The…



Rambling Irishman I am a rambling Irishman In Ulster I was born And many…
Sally Sits Weeping Sally sits a weeping down by the sea shore Poor Sally…
Syracuse I wrote me a letter to Syracuse. 'Twas a letter…
The Rigs of Rye It was in the month of sweet July, before the…
The Water is Wide The water is wide, I can't cross over and neither I…


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