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Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
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My mind was bent on rambling and to Boston I did fly
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I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the will
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Till at last I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
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It was on the 3rd of June one day before the fair
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When Boston's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
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The young the old the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill
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At the parish church on Thatcher a mile from Fairmount Hill
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I went to see old friends there to see what they might say
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The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning gray
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I met the broker Hughes he's as odd as ever still
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See I used to crash at his mother's house when I hung on Fairmount Hill
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I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
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She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove
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She threw her arm around me saying Andy I love you still
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Oh she's one miss Fayes O'Bailey the pride of Fairmount Hill
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I dreamt I'd fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
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A-gainst an angry jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill
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The clock it rang in the morning it rang both loud and shrill
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When I awoke in Cali-fornia many miles from Fairmount Hill