Everyone knows, down the John Neil George Road
There’s a diamond day, a dozen for nothing and less if owed to ya

With an old tin can, up the Marble Mountain
You’ll hear me singing, I’se the b’ys that says I loves ya

In the middle of the night, should you find me still looked over
String the fiddle up tight, and softly play me off
Play for me The Dark Island, ‘til the dew lifts off the clover
Play the fiddle all night

In the cold hard rain, the kind that bites ya
I’ve a knit under my slick, cause it’s the wind that gets ya

Under rolling hills, under rolling thunder
You can hear me whistling a tune, if you’re listening I bet ya

In the middle of the night, should you find me still looked over
String the fiddle up tight, and softly play me off
Play for me The Dark Island, ‘til the dew lifts off the clover
Play the fiddle all night

Have I told you of my life yet?
Have I given it all away?

In the middle of the night, should you find me still looked over
String the fiddle up tight, and softly play me off
Play for me The Dark Island, ‘til the dew lifts off the clover
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