Oh Kitty, my darling, remember
That the doom will be mine if I stay
'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to
Than to rot in their prisons away
'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to
Than to rot in their prisons away
So softly he then kissed her pale lips
It was the same story over an o'er
Hush mo mhuirnín, the police are watching
And you know that I must go, a stor
Hush mo mhuirnín, the police are watching
And you know that I must go, a stor
In a day I'll be over the mountain
There'll be time enough left for to cry
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me, won't you, goodbye
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me, won't you, goodbye
Merci
Vive la New York
Vive la liberté
Vive la république
This is called "Sunnyside Of The Street"
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