The night pat murphy died
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I still hear the snares in the square
Colours ablaze in the evening
The air was still down the stormy hills
It's good to be young and daring
She was the pride of the summer that year
She was my sweetheart, my lady
We walked to Black Rock and stopped by the Loch
It's good to be young and daring
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