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This is the day the fishermen like,
And so do I;
When the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spike,
Hear the curlews cry.
The nightingale sings her best,
We'll drink a pint in Hamilton's Rest;
And the girl I love wore a muslin dress,
And the fishermen dream there's a sun in the west,
So do I,
And so do I.
Now I can see,
Since the girl that I love dearly
Has cast her loving spell on me.
And this is the day the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
When the hills fall down in different shapes,
And the swallows fly.
Into a hidden beach where no boats go,
Mountain waters overflow;
I hear the squealing of the seagulls,
As home they go,
And so do I,
So do I.
Now I can see,
Since the girl that I love dearly
Has cast her loving spell on me.
I'll cross the seven oceans,
And forever more I'll wander
Till she has cast her loving spell on me.
And this is the day the fishermen like,
And so do I;
When the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spike,
Hear the curlews cry.
The nightingale sings her best,
We'll drink a pint in Hamilton's Rest;
And the girl I love wore a muslin dress,
And the fishermen dream there's a sun in the west,
So do I,
And so do I.
And so do I,
And so do I.