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As I roved out one morning Going to Dungarvon Fair I spied a pretty maiden With the sunlight in her hair Her way was so delightful Her voice wrang like a bell And as I overtook her I asked if she was well Chorus Lay down your woollen shawl me love I swear it is no joke And I'll tell to you the story of The Old Dungarvon Oak As we approached Dungarvon The girl at me did stare And she asked me why I raised my hat To a tree so old and bare I told her of the legend If the tree should e'er come down There'd be a great disaster And Dungarvon would be drowned Then she started laughing My face grew very red And she said that only fools believed What those old legends said Her laughter was contagious For the truth to you I'll tell By the time I reached the market place I began to laugh as well As I sit here by my fireside It's the autumn of my life And the darling girl I met that day Is now my darling wife I have a lovely daughter And a son to push my yoke And all because I raised my hat To the Old Dungarvon Oak |