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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 323 |
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FAR-AWAY
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S chimes that flow o'er shining seas When Morn alights on meads of May, Faint voices fill the western breeze With whisp'ring songs from Far-A way. Oh, dear the dells of Dunanore,
A home is odorous Ossory; But sweet as honey, running o'er, The Golden Shore of Far-Away !
There grows the Tree whose summer breath
Perfumes with joy the azure air; And he who feels it fears not Death, Nor longer heeds the hounds of Care. Oh, soft the skies of Seskinore,
And mild is meadowy Mellaray ; But sweet as honey, running o'er, The Golden Shore of Far-Away !
There sings the Voice whose wondrous tune
Falls, like diamond-showers above That in the radiant dawn of June Renew a world of Youth and Love. Oh, fair the founts of Farranfore,
And bright is billowy Ballintrae; But sweet as honey, running o'er, The Golden Shore of Far-Away !
Come, Fragrance of the Flowering Tree,
Oh, sing, sweet Bird, thy magic lay, Till all the world be young with me, |
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