My childhood I spent In the old Dublin streets And my life meant nothing to me And in a house in that street Lived the man called McGee With his daughter lovely maiden Marry Ann When I saw her for the first time A voice in me said: "Oh boy With that girl you can conquer the world" Under the blue skylight gown I was making the plan How to win the heart of lovely marry Ann.
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I will leave My Dublin Street Nenagh, Cork and Limerick I will leave my dear old Ireland for a while McGee's daughter ran away I will seek her all my days I will find her and she'll be my bride.
I lay on the street With a small piece of bread And with the thoughts about Marry in my head I was asking myself What would say old McGee? What could he say to a beggar like me? Next day early in the morn I went to her home And old McGee opened the door He said: "She went, and she'll never come back home” But someday I know I won't be all alone.
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