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Rockin' The
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go
by the clear river I rollicked along.
I an old man making sad lamentation;
He was rocking the cradle and the not his own.
cho: Hi ho, hi ho, my laddie lie
For perhaps own daddy might never be known.
I'm sitting and and rocking the cradle,
And nursin' the baby that's of my own.
When first that I your inconstant mother
I myself lucky to be blessed with a wife.
But for my misfortune, sure I was
She's proved a curse and a plague on my life.
She goes out night to a ball or a party
And leaves me here rockin' he alone.
The innocent laddie he calls me his
But he knows that he's none of my own.
Now all ye young men that's inclined to get married
Take my advice and let the alone.
For by the Lord Harry, if you marry
leave you with a baby that's none of your own.
(or "and it's your own".)
by Clancys, Ian Cambell Folk Group, Ed Trickett, Buffy
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