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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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I LOVE MY LOVE.
I love my love In the morning,
For she," like morn, is fair, Her blushing cheek, its crimson streak,
Its clouds, her golden hair; Her glance, Its beam, so soft and kind,
Her tears, Its dewy show'rs, And her voice, the tender, whlsp'rlng wind
That stirs the early bow'rs. I love my love In the morning,
I love my love at noon; For she is bright as the lord of night,
Yet mild as autumn's moon; Her beauty is my bosom's sun,
Her faith my fost'ring shade. And I will love my dariing one
Till ev'n the sun shall fade. I love my love in the morning,
I love my love at ev'n; Her smile's soft play is like the ray
That lights the western Heav'n; I lov'd her when the sun was high,
I loved her when he rose. But best of all when ev'ning's sigh
Was murm'ring at its close. |
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IN A VALLEY FAR AWAY.
In a valley, far away,
With my Maire bhan a st6ir. Short would be the summer day,
Ever loving evermore. Winter days would all grow long,
With the light her heart would pour, With her kisses and her song, And her loving maith go Itfir. Chorus.—Fond Is Maire bhan a stfiir, Fair is Maire bhan a stfiir. Sweet as ripple on the shore, Sings my Maire bhan a stfiir.
Oh! her sire Is very proud,
And her mother coid as stone, But her brother bravely vow'd
She should be my bride alone; For he knew I lov'd her well,
And he know she lov'd me too, So he sought their pride to quell. But 'twas all in vain to sue. True Is Maire bhan a stfiir, Tried is Maire bhan a st6ir, Had I wings I'd never soar From my Maire bhan a stfiir.
There are lands where manly toll
Surely reaps the crop it sows, Glorious woods and teeming soil,
Where the broad Missouri flows. . Thro' the trees the smoke Bhall rise
From our hearth with maith go lefir, There shall shine the happy eyes
Of my Maire bhan a stfiir.
Mild is Maire bhan a stfiir, Mine is Maire bhan a stfiir, Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan a stfiir. |
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