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ccxv THOUGH THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN
To the gloom of the desert, or cold rocky shore, Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more, I will fly with my Coulin, and think the rough wind Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind:
And I'll gaze on thy gold hair, as graceful it wreathes, And hang o'er thy soft harp, as wildly it breathes; Nor dread that the cold-hearted Saxon will tear One chord from that harp, or one lock from that hair.
Words by Moore.            Tune (from Bunting) Coo/in.
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