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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 527 |
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And love is less kind than the gray twilight, And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn. |
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THE HOST OF THE AIR
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'DRISCOLL drove with a song The wild duck and the drake From the tall and the tufted reeds Of the drear Hart Lake.
And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night tide, And dreamed of the long dim hair
Of Bridget his bride.
He heard, while he sang and dreamed,
A piper piping away, And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.
And he saw young men and young girls Who danced on a level place,
And Bridget his bride among them With a sad and a gay face.
The dancers crowded about him And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine And a young *girl white bread.
But Bridget drew him by the sleeve Away from the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of ancient hands. |
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