Poor Donall was crooked and gnarled
Riding through the valley in the night
When he heard music the fairies wept
He was coming on the gust of wind
Chorus:
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday
Donald was crooked and crooked on his back
Monday, May irt, Monday, Tuesday
Coming with the wind
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday
The fairies singing that song every night
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday
walking around the fire
He stopped and he listened quietly to each melody
â都逃阿 In response to a sweet call he would be
But his inner heart would burn because the music had failed
âḈကḈᘘS no crime was added to the line
Dónall did not take a crooked and crooked back on his back
His courage, and sang nicely blowing
Monday , Tuesday Monday, Tuesday Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday © Tuesday Dónall was crooked and crooked on his back
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday Coming with the lee of the wind
Monday, Tuesday © Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday The fairies sang that song every night
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday at dahmsa around the fire
When the crowd heard that, the great sweet white cry
Wouldn't they be very happy
They took the trunk of poor Dónal cam< br/>And he went home without a word
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday Donall was crooked and bent on his back
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday Coming along the wind
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday The fairies were singing the that song every night
Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday dancing around the fire

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