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Lyrics for 'The Women Of Ireland' by 'Sinead Oconnor'
There's A Woman In Erin Who'd Give Me Shelter And My Fill Of Ale;
There's A Woman In Ireland Who'd Prefer My Strains To Strings Being Played;
There's A Woman In Eirinn And Nothing Would Please Her More
Than To See Me Burning Or In A Grave Lying Cold.
There's A Woman In Eirinn Who'd Be Mad With Envy If I Was Kissed
By Another On Fair-day, They Have Strange Ways, But I Love Them All;
There Are Women I'll Always Adore, Battalions Of Women And More
And There's This Sensuous Beauty And She Shackled To An Ugly Boar.
There's A Woman Who Promised If I'd Wander With Her I'd Find Some Gold
A Woman In Night Dress With A Loveliness Worth More Than The Woman
Who Vexed Ballymoyer And The Plain Of Tyrone;
And The Only Cure For My Pain I'm Sure Is The Ale-house Down The Road.
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