| Song Lyric | % Correct |
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| A brand new pair of brogues rattlin' o'er the bogs / And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to {Dublin} | 92%
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| In a neat little town they call {Belfast} / Apprentice to a trade I was bound / And many's an hour's sweet happiness / Have I spent in this neat little town | 31%
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| My father was an {Ulster} man, proud Protestant was he / My mother was a Catholic girl, from County Cork was she | 31%
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| He robbed the rich, to help the poor, he shot Judge McEvoy / A terror to {Australia} was the wild colonial boy | 23%
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| She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann / She's the star of the {County} {Down} | 23%
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| Together we'll go ridin' o'er the mountains of {Kilkenny} / Oh, I know he'll treat me better than my darlin' sportin' Jenny | 23%
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| And once I went over the ocean / Being bound for the proud land of {Spain} / Some singing and dancing for pleasure / But I had a heart full of pain | 8%
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| For policemen all from {Donegal}, Sligo and Leitrim too / We'll give them the slip and we'll take a little sip / Of the rare old mountain dew | 8%
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| I left {Ireland} evermore / And sailed off to a foreign shore / Many young men of twenty said goodbye | 8%
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| The comforts I would seek most, you all may understand / Is that lovely maid called Martha, she's the flower of sweet {Strabane} | 8%
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| The good ship lies ready at anchor / We sail with the tide in the morn / Across the Atlantic to {Boston} / And to 'Frisco around by Cape Horn | 8%
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| A ship lies in Fairbury harbor / Barely safe over the foam / But to {Halifax} town / I soon will be bound / Far away from me native home | 0%
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| "Come home to {Bantry} {Bay}," she cried, a hundred times or more / "Come home before you lose your way upon some foreign shore" | 0%
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| I'm workin' here in {Glasgow} and I've got a decent job / I'm carryin' bricks and mortar and the pay is fifteen bob | 0%
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| I told her nice and gently that my heart would never stray / From the rose of county Derry and me Kitty of {Kilrea} | 0%
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| I've traveled east I've traveled west / I've roamed from town to town / I've cut the harvest down in {Claire} / Met people of renown | 0%
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| We sailed our ship up the Hudson River / To the wild Atlantic we said farewell / On {Staten} {Island} when we landed / There we had our tale to tell | 0%
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| With an aching heart I'll bid them adieu / For tomorrow we sail far away / O'er the raging foam, to seek a home / On the shores of {Americay} | 0%
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