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"In the merry month of May now from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother!
Then drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins!
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin ..."