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MY LOVE'S AN ARBUTUS. |
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2. But though ruddy the berry
And snowy the flower, That brighten together
The arbutus bower, Perfuming and blooming
Through sunshine and shower, Give me her bright lips
And her laugh's pearly dower. |
3. Alas, fruit and blossom
Shall lie dead on the lea, And Time's jealous fingers
Dim your young charms, Machree ; But unranging, unchanging,
You'll still cling to me, Like the evergreen leaf
To the arbutus tree. |
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* Killarney. |
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H. 4808. |
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