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There's a whole in my heart, you might easy stick a turnip in,
As big as any babe or stone, from Dublin to the Devil's Glen.

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Now the darling of my heart, she's a week as water gruel, mam,
The girl that picks the bones with me, since Molly proved a cruel one.

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