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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 441 |
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WAITING
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ONE is my waiting here under the tree, Under our tree of the woods, where I wait and wait; Why tarry those white little feet that would bring you to me, Where are the warm sweet arms that are leaving me desolate ? Oona, asthore machree ?
Oona, the woods are sighing—they sigh and say :
" The wind of Summer will pass like a lover's sigh, And love's glad hour as lightly passes away: "
Come to me then, ere my longing hope of despair shall die, Oona, asthore machree / |
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