Darby Oleary

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One evening of late as I happened 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 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 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 steed,
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to the Galbally Mountains he rode in great speed,
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I followed behind 'til my poor feet did bleed,
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when we stopped when his old horse was weary.

[Verse 4]
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When we came to his cottage I 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 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 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 green than white,
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and it gave me the trotting 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 swarming with rats,
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the fleas would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat,
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who banished the snakes o'er the border.

[Verse 7]
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He worked me by day and he worked 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 the blight,
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or himself would go off with the 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 to make my shakedown,
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and I wished that I'd never seen 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 worked in Kilmore,
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I've worked in Knockranny and 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 Bridge of Orleans,
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such woeful starvation I never yet seen,
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as I got from old Darby O'Leary.