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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 131 |
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REV. CHARLES P. MEEHAN
(Living) BOYHOOD'S YEARS
AH ! why should I recall them—the gay, the joyous years, Ere hope was cross'd or pleasure dimm'd by
sorrow and by tears ? Or why should mem'ry love to trace youth's glad and
sunlit way, When those who made its charms so sweet are gather'd
to decay ? The summer's sun shall come again to brighten hill
and bovver — The teeming earth its fragrance bring beneath the
balmy shower; But all in vain will mem'ry strive, in vain we shed
our tears — They're gone away and can't return—the friends of
boyhood's years !
Ah ! why then wake my sorrow, and bid me now
count o'er The vanished friends so dearly prized—the days to
come no more — The happy days of infancy, when no guile our bosoms
knew, Nor reck'd we of the pleasures that with each moment
flew? |
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