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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 87 |
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JAMES (SEUMAS) MACMANCJS (1868- )
A STOR, GRA GEAL MOCHREE"
THE braes they are aflame with whin, The glens with flowers rejoice; In every bush a gladsome bird Lifts up a tuneful voice. But whin and flower and bonny bird,
And each sweet melody, But adds an ache to my sore heart, A stor, Gra geal mochree !
For, whins may flame and flowers may bloom,
And sun flood hill and plain, And birds on every bough may sing
" Sweet Summer's come again; " Yet I shall shiver for the chill
That holds the heart of me — My Sun has set, my Summer fled,
A stor, Gra geal mochree !
You were my cherished Flower of Flowers,
You were my Warbler sweet, You were my Sun of Summer kind,
You were my world complete; 'Twas Nothingness beyond you, when
Those arms enfolded me — Now I'm alone with loneliness,
A stor, Gra geal mochree !
1 A stor, gra geal mochree, bright treasure of my heart |
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