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ccv RICH AND RARE |
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" Lady! dost thou not fear to stray,
So lone and lovely, thro' this bleak way ?
Are Erin's sons so good or so cold
As not to be tempted by woman or gold ?"
" Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm; No son of Erin will offer me harm; For, tho' they love woman and golden store, Sir Knight, they love honour and virtue more!
On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the green isle j And blest for ever was she who relied Upon Erin's honour and Erin's pride!
Words by Moore. Air (from Bunting) The Summer is coming. |
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