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ccxxv LET ERIN REMEMBER |
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On Lough Neagh's bank, as the fisherman strays,
When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days
In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime,
Catch a glimpse of the days that are over; Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time
For the long faded glories they cover.
Words by Moore. Tune (from Bunting) The little bold Fox. U 2 |
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