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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 203 |
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With the burning beating, the inward hushing, Ever and ever in music gushing, Like mystic tones from the sea-shell rushing, Oh, thus I love you, I love you.
They pass me dancing, they pass me singing, While night and day o'er the earth are winging; But I sit here, to my trance still clinging — For oh ! I love you, I love you ! |
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TIPPERARY
W
ERE you ever in sweet Tipperary, where the fields are so sunny and green, And the heath-brown Slieve-bloom and the Galtees look down with so proud a mien ? 'Tis there you would see more beauty than is on all
Irish ground — God bless you, my sweet Tipperary, for where could your match be found ?
They say that your hand is fearful, that darkness is in
your eye: But I'll not let them dare to talk so black and bitter a
lie. Oh ! no, macushla storin / bright, bright, and warm
are you, With hearts as bold as the men of old, to yourselves
and your country true.
And when there is gloom upon you, bid them think
who has brought it there — Sure, a frown or a word of hatred was not made for
your face so fair; |
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