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468 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF
The Pope of Rome hath sent thee home
A pardon free — A priestly, o'er the briny main,
Shall greet my love, And wine of Spain to thy health we'll drain,
My Rbs geal dubh /
IV
My love sincere is centred here
This year and more — Love sadly vexing, love perplexing,
Love painful, sore, Love, whose rigor hath crush'd my vigor,
Thrice hopeless love, • While fate doth sever me ever, ever,
From Rbs geal dubh /
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Within thy heart could I claim a part,
One secret share — We'd shape your flight, o'er the wild hills' height,
Towards Munster fair; Branch of beauty's tree, it seems to me
I have thy love — And the mildest flower of hall or bower,
Is Rbs geal dubh /
VI
The sea outspread shall be raging red,
All blood the skies — And crimson war shall shout afar Where the wild hills rise — |
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