Irish Song Lyrics 
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The Old Dungarven Oak 
As I went out one morning, going to Dungarven fair I spied a pretty maiden with the sunlight in her hair Her way was so delightful, her voice rang like a bell And as I overtook her, I asked if she was well 
Lay down your woollen shawl my love. I swear it is no joke I'll tell to you the story, of the Old Dungarven Oak 
As we approached Dungarven, the girl at me did stare She asked me why I raised my hat, to a tree so old and bare I told her of the legend, if the tree should ere come down There'd be a great disaster, and Dungarven would be drowned 
Lay down your woollen shawl my love. I swear it is no joke I'll tell to you the story, of the Old Dungarven Oak 
Turn Around 
Well, then she started laughing, my face grew very red She said that only fools believe, what those old legends said Her laughter was contagious, now the truth to you I'll tell By the time we reached the market place, I began to laugh as well 
Lay down your woollen shawl my love. I swear it is no joke I'll tell to you the story, of the Old Dungarven Oak 
As I sit here by my fireside, 'tis the autumn of my life And the darling girl I met that day, well she's now my darling wife We have a lovely daughter, and a son to push our yoke And it's all because I raised my hat to the Old Dungarven Oak 
Lay down your woollen shawl my love. I swear it is no joke I'll tell to you the story, of the Old Dungarven Oak THREE TIMES