"Such a coaxsome elf, I was ashamed of meself
Fer to find I was truly there!"

did it for me and the Maid of the County Down. Another that caught my fancywas "Her masts and spars they shone like silver...", and the one about the long-tailed black man come up behind in Whoop Jamboree. Oh, and "My curse is on ye, Sweeny...ye have me fairly robbed!" from the Rocks O' Bawn. And "yer man, Nick McCann, from the Banks of the Bann". "Snugger with me than it is at sea...", "Dressed up in a lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn....", "five hundred brave Americans, a-whaling for to go...."; "When a man ends up on the smoking end of a long, black rifle..." "Don't you think dearest Phyllis, you had better agree...."...Oh! Cruel Barbry Ellen.... And I won't be reconstructed, and I do not give a damn! I could go on and on; every song I keep playing has a hook of a line in it (or more than one) which just won't let go, for whatever reason.

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