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Title
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Far from my home
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Singer
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Cook, Frank Cuthbert
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I'm a stranger in this country, from America I came,
There is no one that knows me, nor can tell my name,
But if anyone should ask you why I am here alone,
You can tell them I am a poor girl and am far from my home.
Chorus
Then why can't you be easy, and leave me alone,
And tell them I'm a poor girl, and am far from my home.
Verse 2
Now I will build me a mansion in the middle of this town,
Where lords, dukes nor squires don't dare to pull it down.
And if anyone should ask you why I live there alone,
You can tell them I am a poor girl and am far from my home.
Chorus
Verse 3
Now the boys of Kilkenny they are sporting young lads,
And, like many others, go a-courting pretty maids;
They will kiss them, and cuddle them, and call them their own,
Whilst perhaps their own darling lies weeping at home.
Chorus
Verse 4
So come all pretty fair maids, take a warning by me,
Never build your nest on the top of any tree;
For the green leaves will wither, and the roots will decay,
And the beauty of a fair maid will soon fade away.
Chorus
