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Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke |
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Sweet Inuibfallcn, fare thee well |
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Take back the virgin page |
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The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking |
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The harp that once through Tara's halls |
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The Irish Peasant to his Mistress |
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The Meeting of the Waters. |
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The Minstrel boy to the war is gone |
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The time I 've lost in wooing |
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The valley lay smiling before me |
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The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall |
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The young May moon is beaming, love |
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There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet. |
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There are sounds of mirth |
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They came from a land beyond the sea |
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They know not my heart, who believe there can be , |
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They may rail at this life—from the nour I began it |
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This life is all chequered with pleasures and woes |
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Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them |
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Though humble the banquet |
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Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see |
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Through grief and through danger.. |
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'Tis believ'd that this Harp. |
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'Tis gone,' and for ever, the light we saw breaking.... |
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