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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 415 |
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Then to end this raking life They get sober, take a wife, Ever after live in strife,
And wish again for Mallow. |
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THE ROSE OF KENMARE
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'VE been soft in a small way On the girleens of Galway, • And the Limerick lasses have made me feel quare ; But there's no use denyin' No girl I've set eye on Could compate wid Rose Ryan of the town of Ken-mare.
Oh, where Can her like be found ?
Nowhere, The country round, Spins at her wheel
Daughter as true, Sets in the reel,
Wid a slide of the shoe, A slinderer, Tinderer, Purtier, Wittier Colleen than you, Rose, aroo !
Her hair mocks the sunshine, And the soft silver moonshine Her white arm and bosom completely eclipse; |
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