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392 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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I might have said,
My mountain maid, A father's right was never given
True hearts to curse
With tyrant force That have been blest in heaven. But then I said, "In after years,
When thoughts of home shall find her, My love may mourn with secret tears Her friends thus left behind her."
Sing, Gile machree, etc.
Oh, no, I said,
My own dear maid, For me, though all forlorn, forever
That heart of thine
Shall ne'er repine O'er slighted duty—never. From home and thee, though wandering far..
A dreary fate be mine, love ; I'd rather live in endless war
Than buy my peace with thine, love.
Sing, Gile machree, etc.
Far, far away,
By night and day, I toiled to win a golden treasure;
And golden gains
Repaid my pains In fair and shining measure. I sought again my native land,
Thy father welcomed me, love; I poured my gold into his hand,
And my guerdon found in thee, love. |
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