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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 7 |
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To give us the kindly greeting; In to the shore the seabirds fly
On pinions that know no drooping, And out of the cliffs, with welcomes charged,
A million of waves come trooping.
0 kindly, generous, Irish land So leal and fair and loving !
No wonder the wandering Celt should think
And dream of you in his roving. The alien home may have gems and gold
Shadows may never have gloomed it; But the heart will sigh for the absent land
Where the love-light first illumed it.
And doesn't old Cove look charming there, Watching the wild waves' motion,
Leaning her back up against the hills, And the tip of her toes in the ocean ?
1 wonder I don't hear Shandon's bells —
Ah ! maybe their chiming's over, For it's many a year-since I began The life of a Western rover.
For thirty summers, asthore machree,
Those hills I now feast my eyes on Ne'er met my vision save when they rose
Over memory's dim horizon. E'en so, 'twas grand and fair they seemed
In the landscape spread before me; But dreams are dreams, and my eyes would ope
To see Texas' sky still o'er me. |
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