| Lyrics: | WHEEL OF FORTUNE
or DUBLIN CITY
As I was a-walking through Dublin City
About
the hour of twelve at night
It was there I saw a fair, pretty maiden
Washing her feet by
candle light
First she washed them and then she dried them
And around her shoulder
she pegged the towel
And in all my life I ne'er did see
Such a fine lass in all the
world
She had twenty, eighteen, sixteen, fourteen
Twelve, ten , eight, six,
four, two, none
Nineteen, seventeen, fifteen, thirteen
Eleven, nine, seven, five,
three, and one
Round and round the wheel of fortune
Where it stops wearies
me
Fair maids they are so deceiving
Sad experience teaches me
Oh, but tides do
be running the whole world over
Why, tis only last June month, I mind that we
Were
thinking the call in the breast of the lover
So everlasting as the sea
But there's
the same little fishes that swims and spin
And the same old moon on the cold wet sand
And
I no more to she, nor she to me
Than the cool wind passing over my
hand
@love
sung by Gordon Bok
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