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IRISH SONG.
It was on the Liffy's higher streams,
I first began to fish ; JMy father's cot, it stood hard by.
Secured me every wish. I lov'd to roam, I lov'd to scan
The face of nature fair ; Her glance so rich, so fraught with love,
It banish'd every care.
When Spring her radiant smiles arise,
And pierce the running rills ; And Summer dews, among the flowers,
Their nectar sweet instils ; Then rod in hand, and joyous step,
I pace the river streams, As long as day his course doth run,
And twilight's murky beams.
No pleasures ere engross me more,
No sounds delight my ear, Compared with those murmurings
From waters pure and clear. Let Dublin, then, send forth sons
To Liffy's warbling banks ; Here's joys pour'd out in richest stone,
For anglers of all ranks. |
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Dublin, 1831. |
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