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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 451 |
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SUMMER-SWEET
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ONEY-SWEET, sweet as honey smell the lilies, Little lilies of the gold in a ring ; Little censers of pale gold are the lilies, That the wind, sweet and sunny, sets a-swing. Smell the rose, sweet of sweets, all a-blowing !
Hear the cuckoo call in dreams, low and sweet! Like a very John-a-Dreams coming, going. There's honey in the grass at our feet.
There's honey in the leaf and the blossom,
And honey in the night and the day, And honey-sweet the heart in Love's bosom,
And honey-sweet the words Love will say. |
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THE CHILDREN OF LIR
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UT upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses, Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool, Overhead the sunset fire and flame amasses,
And the moon to Eastward rises pale and cool: Rose and green around her, silver-gray and pearly,
Checkered with the black rooks flying home to bed ; For, to wake at daybreak birds must couch them early, And the day's a long one since the dawn was red.
On the chilly lakelet, in that pleasant gloaming, See the sad swans sailing: they shall have no rest;
Never a voice to greet them save the bittern's booming Where the ghostly swallows sway against the West. |
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