A WALK IN THE DEW

Come all ye young laddies and heed what I say –

Never walk Clooney Hill by the first light of day;

Give ear to my warning for each word is true –

Beware of the maiden who walks in the dew.

With her ryfool a lyfool a ryfool a loo –

And her ryfool a lyfool who walks in the dew.

Twas long long ago I first walked Clooney Hill –

Of the fresh morning air I was taking my fill;

I spied a fair maiden whose eyes were so blue –

And smiling she dared me to walk in the dew.

With her ryfool a lyfool a ryfool a loo –

And her ryfool a lyfool to walk in the dew.

We walked and we walked over hill, over glen –

And then we turned round and we walked it again;

We walked all the day and sure half the night too –

And then we lay down for to rest in the dew.

With her ryfool a lyfool a ryfool a loo –

And her ryfool a lyfool to rest in the dew.

Twas early next morning I woke from my dream –

And of the fair maiden no sight to be seen;

I looked for my guineas but they were gone too –

She left me a pauper to walk in the dew.

With her ryfool a lyfool a ryfool a loo –

And her ryfool a lyfool to walk in the dew.

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