| Here’s a health to you, bonny Kellswater
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| Where you’ll get all the pleasures of life
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| Where you’ll get all the fishing and fowling
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| And a bonny wee lass for your wife
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| Oh, it’s down where yon waters run muddy
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| I’m afraid they will never run clear
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| And it’s when I dig in for to study
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| My mind is on them that’s not here
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| It’s this one and that one they court him
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| But if anyone gets him but me
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| It’s early and late I will curse them
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| That parted lovely Willie from me
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| Oh, a fathr he calls on his daughter
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| Two choices I’ll give unto thee
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| Would you rather see Willie’s ship a-sailing
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| Or see him hung like a dog from yon tree?
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| Oh, Father, dear Father, I love him
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| I can no longer hide it from thee
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| Through an acre of fire I would travel
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| Alone with lovely Willie to be
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| Oh, hard was the heart that confined her
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| And took from her her heart’s delight
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| May the chains of old Ireland bind around them
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| And soft be their pillows at night
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| Oh, yonder’s a ship on the ocean
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| And she does not know which way to steer
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| From the east to the west she’s a-going
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| She reminds me of the charms of my dear
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| Oh, it’s yonder my Willie will be coming
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| He said he’d be here in the spring
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| And it’s down by yon green shades I’ll meet him
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| And among yon wild roses we’ll sing
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| For a gold ring he placed on my finger
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| Saying «Love, bear this in your mind
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| If ever I sail from Old Ireland
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| You’ll mind I’ll not leave you behind.»
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| Farewell to you, bonny Kellswater
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| Where you’ll get all the pleasures of life
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| Where you’ll get all the fishing and fowling
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| And a bonny wee lass for your wife |