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Four o’clock in the morning
And my mind will not lay down
And the visions float by lazy
And my blues are blowing round
And my soul is feeling empty
A little queasy in the knees
And the tune’s a little tipsy
Like it’s searching for the keys

The winds, and the reeds, and all the strings
Have twined around the pipe
Like the vines that grow on the old stone wall,
Like Lovers in the night,
They came to catch the melodies
That drifted cross the land
Like the breeze that bears the falling leaves
The song of the Irish band