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the story of this my sad fate.
Tell one and the other before they go further,
To stop their wild roving before it's too late."

"Oh, bury me beside my
gimme a life of piracy
Load me cannon and fire it
Gimme the life of a pirate

Girls, girls take it from me the roving life of piracy
Is less than it's
the melting snow.

So I'll spend my days in endless roving,
Soft is the grass and my bed is free.
Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus,
On the long road down
the story of this my sad fate.
Tell one and the other before they go further,
To stop their wild roving before it's too late."

"Oh, bury me beside my
the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61

Now, the roving gambler he was very bored
Trying to create a next world
past on now with the melting snow
So I'll spend my days in this endless roving
Soft is the grass and shore, my bed is free
Oh to be home now in
the melting snow.

So I'll spend my days in endless roving,
Soft is the grass and my bed is free.
Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus,
On the long road down
the story of this my sad fate.
Tell one and the other before they go further,
To stop their wild roving before it's too late."

"Oh, bury me beside my
approach to food
You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude
Desensitized to my roving eyes, and ready smile
I get loving that's versatile,
in.

Come in, come in, my roving friend.
Come in and rest awhile.
For you've been gone so very long,
It's nice to see you smile.
Come in, come in, my
as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Ole Jenny Murray says she'll die
If you don't get the fella
With the roving eye.

Let the wind
come along, You jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean
With the jolly roving tar.

When Jack comes in, it's
you Knoxville girl
With your dark and roving eyes
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl
You can never be my bride
I started back to Knoxville
Got
of the claque.

Weary, hoarse-riders; irksomely blistered.
Spent from a decade a-roving the road.
Frigging a jig for our brothers and sisters;
You never catch him sitting still
He's just the roving kind 
All though he just a little boy, he's got a grown up mind
He's always got a shaggy dog
[Maxi Jazz]
I can gauge your mood, from your approach to food
You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude
Desensitized to my roving eyes,
mother this has been done" 
But the second mother was with the seventh son 
And they were both out on Highway 61 

Now, the roving gambler he was very
on your gummy e oh
Bimbo, Bimbo
When you going to grow
Everybody loves you little baby bim B O

You never catch him sitting still
He's just the roving
on your gummy e oh
Bimbo, Bimbo
When you going to grow
Everybody loves you little baby bim B O

You never catch him sitting still
He's just the roving
will always be!

Once a wand'ring ne'er do well,
Just a vagrant roving fellow,
I went my way.

Life was just a joke to tell,
Like a lonely
VersionTwo
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving 
Down by the clear river I rollicked along. 
I heard an old man making sad lamentation; 
He
and grimy gold leaf
The bladder and bowels of poverty for a roving cataract to see
Five years without an anchor
Suitcase full of contraband
Making
VersionTwo
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving 
Down by the clear river I rollicked along. 
I heard an old man making sad lamentation; 
He
a mirror, just moves,
And that'll start 'em to brawl.
Roving with her eyes through Vogue,
Or maybe was it McCall?
So let her come closer,
Give her all that

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