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24 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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" So thou wert spared—I'd bless the morrow In want and sorrow,
That left me you; And I'd welcome thee from the wasting billow, This heart thy pillow —
That's what I'd do! " |
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WIDOW MACHREE |
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IDOW MACHREE, it's no wonder you frown,
Och hone ! Widow Machree, |
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Faith it ruins your looks, that same dirty black gown, Och hone ! Widow Machree. How altered your air With that close cap you wear, 'Tis destroying your hair That should be flowing free; Be no longer a churl Of its black silken curl, Och hone! Widow Machree.
Widow Machree, now the summer is come,
Och hone ! Widow Machree, When everything smiles, should a beauty look glum ? Och hone ! Widow Machree. See, the birds go in pairs, And the rabbits and hares— Why, even the bears Now in couples agree — And the mute little fish, Though they can't spake, they wish — Och hone ! Widow Machree. |
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