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400 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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A diphthong and three semivowels
Will give us this cynosure's name — This charming Hibernian beauty,
This lovely, this virtuous young dame, Had Jupiter heard of this fair one,
He'd descend from Olympus, I know, To solicit this juvenile phoenix —
This beautiful maid of Cloghroe. |
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MY CONNOR
There is another song with this pleasing refrain, but this is the simplest and best.
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H, weary's on money and weary's on wealth, And sure we don't want them while we have our health: 'Twas they tempted Connor far over the sea, And I lost my lover, my cushla ma chree, Smiling—beguiling, Cheering—endearing, O dearly I loved him and he loved me! By each other delighted — And fondly united — My heart's in the grave with my cushla ma chree.
My Connor was handsome, good-humored, and tall; At hurling or dancing the best of them all. But when he came courting beneath our old tree, His voice was like music,—my cushla ma chree. Smiling—beguiling, etc. |
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