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Grand so.
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'Last night she came to me
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'She came softly in
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'Was so softly she came that
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'Her feet made no din
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'And she laid her hand on me
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'And this she did say
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"Aye, it will not be long, love
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"Till our
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"Wedding day"
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Gorgeous, Kitty. Beautiful.
:12:44
Mick's about to make another speech.
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What are you saying, you Dublin jackeen?
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What would you know about singing?
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I agree, you West Cork muck savage.
:12:53
You're the expert in singing.
:12:55
So it's your turn now, right?
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Hey, hey, give over, Harry, will ya.
:12:58
She has a voice like an angel.
I have one like a puck goat.
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Is it or is it not Mick's turn?
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No, please.
:13:05
A noble call is mine...
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...and I call on Michael.
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Mick, give us your party piece.
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Come on, Mick. Give us a song.
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He hasn't a note in his head.
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Shut up.
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'Well do I remember
the bleak December day
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'The landlord and the sheriff
came to drive us all away
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'They set my roof on fire with
their cursed foreign spleen
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'And that's another reason
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'Why I left old Skibereen'
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Twelve more verses, now.