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I set out one morning For market Buying and selling As my people did before me I got thirsty on the way And sat down to drink And with Susan O'Dwyer I drank the price of the boots Susan O'Dwyer Do you care if I'm ill? Sorrow and ruin be upon me If I wish you to be in a graveyard My grief and troubles Rain down on you But you can stay in Irras Until the tribe of Eve comes to the fore Susan O'Dwyer You're the beginning and the end of my story From the women of the world She took the prize With brightness and fairness, goodness And almost perfect beauty And I'm the sad case To leaving her tomorrow Aus Songtexte Mania