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It was early The Croppy Boy
It was early in the Spring
The small birds whistled sweet [old?] song
Changing their notes from tree to tree
The song they sung was old Ireland free.

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It was early last Thursday night
The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright.
The yeoman cavalry was my downfall
When I was taken to Lord Cornwall

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It was in the guard house where I was laid
And in his parlour where I was tried.
My sentence past and my spirits low
When to New Guinea I was forced to go.

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When I was marching through the streets
The drums and fifes did play so sweet
The drums and fifes did so sweetly play
As we were marching so far away

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