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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 227 |
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But she is gone who made home for me there, Whose childlike laugh, whose light step on the stair Filled me with joy and gladness, hope and cheer. To heaven she soared, and left me lonely here. The old house now has got a brand-new face ; The roses are uprooted; there's no trace Of broken bough or blossom—no decay — The past is dead—the world wags on alway. |
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TO GOD AND IRELAND TRUE
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SIT beside my darling's grave, Who in the prison died, And tho' my tears fall thick and fast, I think of him with pride: Ay, softly fall my tears like dew, For one to God and Ireland true. |
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" I love my God o'er all," he said, 11 And then I love my land,
And next I love my Lily sweet, Who pledged me her white hand :
To each—to all—I'm ever true ;
To God—to Ireland—and to you."
No tender nurse his hard bed smoothed
Or softly raised his head; He fell asleep and woke in heaven
Ere I knew he was dead ; Yet why should I my darling rue? He was to God and Ireland true. |
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