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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 95 |
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While at a glib rate
Brass tongues would vibrate,
But all their music
Spoke naught like thine; For memory, dwelling On each proud swelling Of the belfry, knelling
Its bold notes free, Made the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters
Of the River Lee.
I've heard the bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole in, Their thunder rolling
From the Vatican, And cymbals glorious, Singing uproarious In the gorgeous turrets
Of Notre Dame; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber,
Pealing solemnly. Oh ! the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters
Of the River Lee.
There's a bell in Moscow, While on tower and kiosk, O! In Saint Sophia The Turkman gets, |
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