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The Song Book |
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CCVII THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS |
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No mure to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara swells; The chord, alone that breaks the night,
Its tale of ruin tells: Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives. |
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Words by Moore. Tune (from Bunting) Molly my Treasure. |
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