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| As I w | alk the ro | ad f | rom Killashan | dra, w | eary | I sit d | own. |
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| For it's | twelve l | ong miles | around the | lake to | get | to Cavan | town. |
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| Though | Oughter | and | the road I | go once | seemed | beyond | compare. |
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| Now | I curse the | time it | takes to | reach my | Cavan | girl so | fair. |
| *its the same for the nxt verses* |
| The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare, |
| Each red-gold leaf around me seems the colour of her hair. |
| My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh, |
| For the broken pools of sky remind the colour of her eye. |
| At the Cavan Cross each Sunday morning there 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. |