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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 281 |
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TO MY BICYCLE
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N the airy whirling wheel is the springing strength of steel, And the sinew grows to steel day by day, Till you feel your pulses leap at the easy swing and sweep As the hedges flicker past upon your way.
Then it's out to the kiss of the morning breeze
And the rose of the morning sky, And the long brown road where the tired spirit's load Slips off as the leagues go by !
Black-and-silver, swift and strong, with a pleasant undersong From the steady rippling murmur of the chain, Half a thing of life and will, you may feel it start and thrill With a quick elastic answer to the strain, As you ride to the kiss of the morning breeze
And the rose of the morning sky, And the long brown road where the tired spirit's load Slips off as the leagues go by. |
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Miles a hundred you may run from the rising of the sun, To the gleam of the first white star. You may ride through twenty towns, meet the sun upon the downs, Or the wind on the mountain scaur. |
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