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WAS down alone in the Moaney,
 * Nobody else was near,

When my name was goin' a'callin'
 * Low an' sof an' clear.

None was I seein' aroun' me,
 * Never a face of clay;

An' my name was goin' a'callin'
 * Jus' at the close of day.

The childher it's like were callin',
 * Wantin' you they'd be

For a twilight play in the haggart
 * Under the tramman tree.


 * None of the childher was near me,
 * Gone to their homes they were;
 * An' my name was goin' a'callin'
 * Over the Moaney there.

Daddy it's like was callin'
 * Wantin' your help awhile,

Dhrivin' the sheep he would be
 * Over beyond the stile.


 * Daddy was gone to the mountain,
 * I saw him against the sky,
 * An' my name was goin' a'callin'
 * Like a whisper passin' by.