The Orchard Liam Clancy
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[Verse 1]
When I was nine, in harvest time, I crossed the orchard wall
The moon was bright, and the apples ripe, upon the ground did fall
We filled our sacks, and we made our way back
More adventures still to find
In an orchard 'neath the Comeraghs in the sweet Dungarvan times
[Verse 2]
I crossed the orchard wall again when I was just thirteen
It was, I think, to be my first drink of cider and poitin
I remember well, it tasted like hell
And I hoped the pain would end soon
In an orchard 'neath the Comeraghs in the sweet Dungarvan moon
[Verse 3]
And whеn I was twenty-one years old, I marriеd Annie there
The apple blossoms on the trees were better in her hair
And when the day was over, we danced away night thru' the trees
In an orchard 'neath the Comeraghs in the sweet Dungarvan breeze
[Verse 6]
I'm eighty-one, four children grown, and my Annie's long since gone
My days were good as well they should
But it's time that I passed on
And when I die, I want to lie beneath the whispering trees
In an orchard 'neath the Comeraghs and the sweet Dungarvan seas
When I was nine, in harvest time, I crossed the orchard wall
The moon was bright, and the apples ripe, upon the ground did fall
We filled our sacks, and we made our way back
More adventures still to find
In an orchard 'neath the Comeraghs in the sweet Dungarvan times
[Verse 2]
I crossed the orchard wall again when I was just thirteen
It was, I think, to be my first drink of cider and poitin
I remember well, it tasted like hell
And I hoped the pain would end soon
In an orchard 'neath the Comeraghs in the sweet Dungarvan moon
[Verse 3]
And whеn I was twenty-one years old, I marriеd Annie there
The apple blossoms on the trees were better in her hair
And when the day was over, we danced away night thru' the trees
In an orchard 'neath the Comeraghs in the sweet Dungarvan breeze
[Verse 6]
I'm eighty-one, four children grown, and my Annie's long since gone
My days were good as well they should
But it's time that I passed on
And when I die, I want to lie beneath the whispering trees
In an orchard 'neath the Comeraghs and the sweet Dungarvan seas
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