paroles de chanson The Old Dungarvan Oak - Foster , Allen

As I roved out one morning, going to Dungarvan 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 woolen shawl my love, I swear it is no joke.
And i'll tell to you the story of, the Old Dungarvan Oak.

As we approached Dungarven, the girl at me did stare.
And she asked me why I raised my hat to a tree so old and bare.
I told her of a legend, if the tree should e're come down.
There'd be a great disaster, and Dungarvan would be drowned.

Lay down your woolen shawl my love, I swear it is no joke.
And i'll tell to you the story of, the Old Dungarvan Oak.

Then she started laughing, my face grew very red.
And she said that only fools believed what those old legends said.
Her laughter was contagious, for the truth to you i'll tell.
By the time we reached the market place, I began to laugh as well.

Lay down your woolen shawl my love, I swear it is no joke.
And i'll tell to you the story of, the Old Dungarvan Oak.

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As I sit here by my fireside, in the autumn of my life.
And the darling girl I met that day, is now my darling wife.
I have a lovely daughter, and a son to push my yoke.
And all because I raised my hat, to the Old Dungarvan Oak

Lay down your woolen shawl my love, I swear it is no joke.
And i'll tell to you the story of, the Old Dungarvan Oak.

Lay down your woolen shawl my love, I swear it is no joke.
And i'll tell to you the story of, the Old Dungarvan Oak.

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