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DRIMMIN DUBH DHEELISH '
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H, there was a poor man, And he had but one cow, And when he had lost her He could not tell how, But so white was her face,
And so sleek was her tail, That I thought my poor drimmin dubh Never would fail.
Agus oro, Drimmin dubh, Oro, ah.
Ore, drimmin dubh, Mielagra* Returning from mass
On a morning in May, I met my poor drimmin dubh.
Drowning by the way. I roared and I bawled,
And my neighbors did call To save my poor drimmin dubh,
She being my all.
Ah, neighbors ! was this not
A sorrowful day, When I gazed on the water
Where my drimmin dubh lay ? With a drone and a drizzen,
She bade me adieu, And the answer I made
Was a loud pillelu.
1 Drimmin . . . dheellsh, loyal black white-back. a And choice black white-back. O choice Ah! O choice black white-back. Honey O love! |
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