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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