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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 245 |
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ANDREW ORR (1822 -------)
IN EXILE : AUSTRALIA
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HE sunny South is glowing in the glow of Southern glory, And the Southern Cross is waving o'er the freest of the free; Yet in vain, in vain my weary heart would try to hide the story That evermore 'tis wandering back, dear native land, to thee : The heathy hills of Malazan, the Bann's translucent waters, Glenleary's shades of hazel, and Agivy's winding streams, And Kathleen of the raven locks, the flower of Erinn's daughters — Lost heaven of wildering beauty ! thou art mine at least in dreams. Oh ! the green land, the old land, Far dearer than the gold land, With all its landscape glory and unchanging Summer skies; Let others seek their pleasures In the chase of golden treasures, Be mine a dream of Erinn and the light of Kathleen's eyes. |
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