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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 447 |
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KATHARINE TYNAN-HINKSON
(1861-------)
AN ISLAND FISHERMAN
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GROAN as I put out My nets on the say, To hear the little girshas ' shout, Dancin' among the spray.
Ochone ! the childher pass
An' lave us to our grief; The stranger took my little lass
At the fall o* the leaf.
Why would you go so fast With him you never knew ?
In all the throuble that is past I never frowned on you.
The light o' my ould eyes !
The comfort o' my heart I Waitin' for me your mother lies
In blessed Innishart.
Her lone grave I keep
From all the cold world wide,
But you in life an' death will sleep The stranger beside. |
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Girshas, little girls. |
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