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DERMOT ASTHORE.
0, Dermot Asthore, between waking and sleeping, I heard thy dear voice and wept to Its lay,
Every pulse of my heart the sweet measure was keeping, Till Killarney's wild echoes had borne it away.
O. tell me, my love, is this my last meeting?. Shall we wander no more in Killarney's green bowers,
To watch the bright sun o'er the dim hills retreating, And the wild stag at rest In his bed of spring flowers?
0, Dermot Asthore, how this fond heart would flutter. When I met thee by night in the shady boreen,
And heard thine own voice In a soft whisper utter Those words of endearment—"Mavourneen Colleen."
I know We must part, but O, say not forever, That it may be for years adds enough to my pain;
But I'll cling to the hope, that though now we must sever, In some blessed hour I shall meet thee again. |
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MARY ASTORE.
Cold blows the winter wind,
Mary Astore! Colder those hearts'unkind,
Mary Astore! • They that have power to save Thus send us forth to brave Death on the stormy wave,
Mary Astore! Pale is thy cheek to see,
Mary Astore! Come hide thy tears on me,
Mary Astore! Though scant thy cov'ring be, These arms shall shelter thee— Oh! thou art dear to me,
Mary Astore! / Altar nor priest have we, , Mary Astore! Yet on this stormy sea,
Mary Astore! We can our vespers say, We can for Ireland pray God wipe our tears away,
Mary Astore! |
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LIVE IN MY HEART.
Vourneen, when your days were bright.
Never an eye did I care to lift to you, But, now, in your fortune's blight,
False ones are flying in sunshine that knew you. But still on one welcome true rely, Tho' the crops may fail and the cow go- dry, And your cabin be burn'd, and all be spent. Come live in my heart, and pay no rent, Live in my heart, mavourneen.
.Vourneen, dry up those tears,
The sensible people will tell you to wait dear, But, ah! in the wasting of love's young years,
On our Innocent hearts we're committing a chate dear; For hearts when they're young should make the vow, For when they are old they don't know how,— So marry at once and you'll not repent. When you live in my heart and pay no rent, Live in my heart, mavourneen. |
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