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• Artiste: Celtic Thunder
• Titre: My Cavan Girl
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As I walk the road from Killashandra Weary I'm sat down For it's twelve long miles around the lake To get to Cavan town Though Ougher and the road I go Once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach My Cavan girl so fair The autumn shades are on the leaves The trees will soon be bare Each red-gold leaf around me seems the colours of her hair My gaze retreats to find my feet And once again I sigh For the broken pool of sky reminds me The colours of her eye At the Cavan Cross each Sunday morning Where she can be found And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan town If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile And to break the hearts of Cavan men She'll talk to me a while So next Sunday evening finds me homeward - Killashandra bound To work the week, till I return and court in Cavan town When asked if she would be my bride at least she'd not said "no" So next Sunday morning, rouse myself, and back to her I'll go As I walk the road from Killashandra Weary I'm sat down For it's twelve long miles around the lake To get to Cavan town Though Ougher and the road I go Once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach My Cavan girl so fair Now I curse the time it takes to reach My Cavan girl so fair