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Alone in crowds to -wander on, |
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And doth not a meeting like this make amends ... |
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As a team o'er the face of the waters may glow... |
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As slow our ship her foamy track |
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As vanquish'd Erin wept beside |
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At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping |
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Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin |
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Believe me, if all those endearing young charms..., |
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By that Lake, whose gloomy shore |
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By the Feal's wave benighted. |
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By the hope within us springing, |
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Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer.... |
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Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief |
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Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee.. |
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Down in the valley come meet me to-night, |
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Drink of this cup—you'll find there's a spell in |
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Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes. |
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