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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 343 |
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Struth na Moile, the wind goes sighin' Over a waste o' wathers green.
Sternish an' Trostan, dark wi' heather, High are the Rockies, airy-blue;
Sure, ye have snows in the winter weather, Here they're lyin' the long year through.
Snows are fair in the summer weather, Och, an' the shadows between are blue!
Lone Glen Dun an' the wild glen-flowers, Little ye know if the prairie is sweet.
Roses for miles, an' redder than ours, Spring here undher the horses' feet —
Aye, an' the black-eyed gold sun-flowers, Not as the glen-flowers small an' sweet.
Wathers o' Moyle, I hear ye callin' Clearer for half o' the world between,
Antrim hills an' the wet rain fallin' Whiles ye are nearer than snow tops keen:
Dreams o' the night an' a night wind callin', What is the half o' the world between ? |
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MARRIAGE
MET an ould caillach I knowed right well on the
brow o' Carnashee: " The top o' the mornin' ! " I says to her. " God save ye ! " she says to me: "An' och ! if it's you, Tell me true, When are ye goin' to marry?" |
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