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47.o THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Beside me sat that maid divine
Where grassy banks outspread. " Oh, let me call thee ever mine,
Dear maid," I sportive said. "False man, for shame, why bring me blame?"
She cried, and burst away — The sun's first light pursued her flight
At the dawning of the day ! |
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THE FAIR HILLS OF EIRE OGH |
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EAUTIFUL and wide are the green fields of Erin, Uileacan dubh O ! With life-giving grain in the golden corn therein,
Uileacan dubh O! And honey in the woods of the mist-wreaths deep, And in the summer by the paths the bright streams
leap, At burning noon, rich, sparkling dew the fair flowers steep, On the fair hills of Eire Ogh 1 |
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How clustering his ringlets, how lofty his bearing,
Uileacan dubh O! Each warrior leaving the broad bays of Erin
Uileacan dubh O ! Would heaven grant the hope in my bosom swelling, |
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