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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 153 |
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Thus circling the cup, hand in hand, ere we drink, Let Sympathy pledge us, through pleasure, through pain,
That, fast as a feeling but touches one link,
Her magic shall send it direct through the chain.
AS SLOW OUR SHIP
AS slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look'd back To that dear Isle 'twas leaving, So loath we part from all we love, From all the links that bind us; So turn our hearts as on we rove, To those we've left behind us.
When round the bowl of vanish'd years
We talk, with joyous seeming — With smiles that might as well be tears,
So faint, so sad their beaming; While mem'ry brings us back again
Each early tie that twined us, Oh, sweet's the cup that circles then
To those we've left behind us.
And when, in other climes, we meet
Some isle or vale enchanting, Where all looks flow'ry, wild and sweet,
And nought but love is.wanting; We think how great had been our bliss,
If Heav'n had but assign'd us To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we've left behind us ! |
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