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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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. BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.
By that lake, whose gloomy shore Skylark never warbles o'er, Where the cliff hangs high and steep Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep. "Here, at least," he calmly said, "Woman ne'er shall find my bed." Ah! the good Saint little knew What that wily sex can do. 'Twas from Kathleen's eyes he flew— Eyes of most unholy blue! She had loved him well and long, Wished him hers, nor thought it wrong Wheresoe'er the Saint would fly, Still he heard her light foot nigh; East or west, where'er be turned, Still her eyes before him burned. On the bold cliff's bosom cast, Tranquil now he sleeps at last; Dreams of heaven, nor thinks that e'er Woman's smile can haunt him there. But nor earth nor heaven is free From her power, if fond sbe be: Even now, while calm he sleeps, Kathleen o'er him leans and weeps. Fearless she had tracked bis feet ^ To this rocky, wild retreat; And, when morning met his view. Her mild glances met it too. Ah! your Saints have cruel hearts; Sternly from his bed. he starts. And, with rude, repulsive shock, Hurls her from the beetling rock! Glendalougb! thy gloomy wave Soon was gentle Kathleen's grave; Soon the Saint (yet, ah! too late) Felt her love, and mourned her fate When he said: "Heaven rest her soul," Round the lake light music stole; • And her ghost was seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide! |
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COME BACK TO ERIN.
Come back to Erin, mavourneen, mavourneen.
Come back, aroon, to the land of thy birth, Come with the shamrocks and spring-time, mavourneen,
And it's Killarney shall ring with our mirth. Sure, when we lent you to beautiful England,
Little we thought of the lone winter days, Little we thought of the hush of the star shine
Over the mountains, the bluffs and the braes!
Chorus.—Come back to Erin, mavourneen, mavourneen, Come back again to the land of thy birth, Come back to Erin, mavourneen, mavourneen, And it's Killarney shall ring with our mirth.
Over the green sea, mavourneen, mavourneen.
Long shone the white sail that bore thee away, Riding the white waves, that fair summer mornln',
Just like a mayflower afloat on the bay. Oh! but my heart sank when clouds came between ub,
Like a gray curtain the rain falling down, Hid from my sad eyes the path o'er the ocean,
Far, fur away wh«re my colleen bad flown.
$«ist baek t« Brim, »tc. |
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