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The pub door is wide open.
Song
1. Hey, hey, the pub door is wide open, ; There my lover is rejoicing in himself. ; My lover is rejoicing, and I am crying, ; Hey, hey, I can't stand my loving heart. ; ; 2. Hey, hey, a rose cannot bloom on a dry branch, ; Although I had never loved you, ; If I had never loved you, ; Hey, hey, my orphaned heart would easily be at peace.