Down by OConnell street one summers evening I meet a young woman, it was our first meeting Crossed over the bridge and down by the river By the strawberry beds I found that I knew her She called me her darling man We spend a few hours and we drank a few glasses We danced at the bar ignoring their glances Evryone knew her name and they knew by my face With a beer in my hand and her arm round my waist Calling me her darling man The river runs deep, sweet music roll on So the times are long gone, sweet music roll on Then came the morning and my boat was leaving She smiled as she said to me No point in grieving Evryonce in a while when I hear music playing I remember her smile and I hear her voice saying Calling me her darling man The river runs deep, sweet music roll on So the times are long gone, sweet music roll on
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