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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 437 |
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Once again she raised her head, contending For her children's birthright as of old ;
Once again the old fight had the old ending, All her hopes and dreams were Fairy Gold.
Now my work is done and I am dying,
Lone, an exile on a foreign shore ; But in dreams I roam with my love that's lying
Lonely in the old land I'll see no more. Buttercups and daisies in the meadows
When I'm gone will bloom ; new hopes for old Comfort her with sunshine after shadows,
Fade no more away like Fairy Gold.
LONGING
O
THE sunshine of old Ireland, when it lies On her woods and on her waters ; And gleams through her soft skies, Tenderly as the lovelight in her daughters' Gentle eyes !
O the brown streams of old Ireland, how they leap From her glens, and fill their hollows With wild songs, till charmed to sleep By the murmuring bees in meadows, where the swalÂlows Glance and sweep!
O my home there in old Ireland—the old ways
We had, when I knew only
Those ways of one sweet place ; Ere afar from all I loved I wandered lonely, Many days ! |
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