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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 209 |
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THE IRISH GIRL'S LAMENT
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ESIDE my cottage door I stand, The distaff idle in my hand, My tears more countless than the sand — Escodeel mavourneen slaun !
For, since my lover left me here, My aching heart has known no cheer, Each hour that passed has seemed a year — Escodeel mavourneen slaun !
I bade him go—'twas only right, To serve his country in the fight, But, ah, my day has turned to night —
Escodeel mavourneen slaun!
My busy wheel is heard no more, Its days of cheerful toil are o'er; In one lament my soul I'll pour —
Escodeel mavourneen slaun ! |
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