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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 385 |
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I'll drop my writing and my inditing,
I see it's useless for me to fret; A pound of trouble, or sorrow double,
Will ne'er atone for an ounce of debt; I'll resign courting and all like sporting,
Cupid and Hymen, I'll shun them both, And raise my mind from all female kind —
So adieu, sweet Hannah, the pride of Hovvth ! |
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THE HOLY WELL
Anon. " Sulmalla "
J r I ^WAS a very lonely spot,
With beech-trees o'er it drooping ! The water gleamed beneath, Those fair green branches lowly stooping A benediction seemed to breathe,
And a deep and rich green light Within the boughs came peeping,
Where little insects dreamed ; A luscious calm on all was sleeping,
The sunlight drowsy seemed.
In that little silvery well How many tears fell heavy !
What homage there was poured ! To Mary sweet how many an Ave
Sought for her saving word !
I strayed one evening calm To this low, gentle water, |
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