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Whisky in the bottle County Donegal The flowing river swilly In the distance Errigal I don't know how I made it To the port of letterkenny Nor where I'm going next As my bottles almost empty I am just a poor boy Born in county Tipperary I left my family farm And the maiden I would marry I made my way to Ulster Searching for the town of Derry I spend all my gold on whiskey Now I cant afford the ferry Met a man from cork In a pub where I was drinking Why come so far north We were talking and were thinking Kilometres from home And from anyone we've known County Donegal And there's whisky in the bottle Whack-fol de daddy-ol
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Donegal
Whisky in the bottle County Donegal The flowing river swilly In the distance Errigal I don't know how I made it To the port of letterkenny Nor where I'm going next As my bottles almost empty I am just a poor boy Born in county Tipperary I left my family farm And the maiden I would marry I made my way to Ulster Searching for the town of Derry I spend all my gold on whiskey Now I cant afford the ferry Met a man from cork In a pub where I was drinking Why come so far north We were talking and were thinking Kilometres from home And from anyone we've known County Donegal And there's whisky in the bottle Whack-fol de daddy-ol
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Mar 10, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
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