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Bonnie Irish Boy - Various Artists
His name I love to mention in Ireland he was born;
It's true I loved him very dearly but alas from me he's gone;
He's gone to America he promised to send for me
But the face of my bonny Irish boy I can no longer see
I engased my passage to New York and on arriving there
To seek and find cline from my love I quickly did prepare
I searched New York and Providence and Boston all in vain
But the face of my bonny Irish boy was nowhere to be seen
Early then next morning a knock came to my door
I heard his voice I knew it was the boy I did adore
I hurried up to let him in I never felt such joy
As when I fell into the arms or my darling Irish boy
It's time let we got married and he no where go to sea
It's true I love him dearly and I'm sure that he loves me;
My first sweet son my heart's delight and joy
He's the picture of his father he's a bonny Irish boy
