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Unknown Artists/Songs On Muzikum - When Pat Came Over The Hill (gezongen door/sung by Paul Clayton) lyrics

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And when Pat came over the hill, his colleen fair to see,
His whistle low but shrill the signal was to be;
"Oh, Mary," the mother cried, "there is someone whistling sure"
"Oh, mother, it is the wind you know, that's whistling through the door."

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My fol-diddle-laddle-lee
With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
Hey fal-da-lol lol-da-la-lee

"I've lived a long time, Mary, in this wide world, my dear,
But the door to whistle like that I never yet did hear"
"But, mother, you know the fiddle hangs close beside the chink
And the wind upon the strings is playing a tune, I think"

With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
My fol-diddle-laddle-lee
With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
Hey fal-da-lol lol-da-la-lee

"The dog is barking now; the fiddle can't play the tune."
"But, mother, you know they say dogs bark when they see the moon."
"But how can he see the moon, when he is old and blind,
Blind dogs don't bark at the moon, my dear, nor fiddles don't play with the wind."

With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
My fol-diddle-laddle-lee
With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
Hey fal-da-lol lol-da-la-lee

"And now I hear the pig, uneasy in his mind,"
"But mother, you know they say that pigs can see the wind";
"That's all very true, my dear, but I think you may remark.
That pigs no more than we can see anything in the dark."

With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
My fol-diddle-laddle-lee
With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
Hey fal-da-lol lol-da-la-lee

"I'm not such a fool as you think; I know very well 'tis Pat;
Go home you whistling thief and do get away out o' that;
And you go into bed, don't play upon me your jeers;
For although I've lost my sight, I haven't lost my ears!"

With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
My fol-diddle-laddle-lee
With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
Hey fal-da-lol lol-da-la-lee

And you lads when courting going, for your sweethearts' sake,
Take care not to whistle too loud in ease the old woman might wake
From the days when I was young, forget it I never can.
I knew the difference between a fiddle, a dog, and a man

With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
My fol-diddle-laddle-lee
With my fol-diddle-laddle-la
Hey fal-da-lol lol-da-la-lee
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Language: English

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