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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 19 |
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AMONG THE HEATHER
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NE morning, walking out, I o'ertook a modest colleen, When the wind was blowing cool and the harvest leaves were falling. "Is our road perchance the same? Might we travel
on together?" "Oh, I keep the mountainside," she replied, "among the heather."
" Your mountain air is sweet when the days are long and sunny,
When the grass grows round the rocks, and the whin-bloom smells like honey;
But the winter's coming fast with its foggy, snowy weather,
And you'll find it bleak and chill on your hill among the heather."
She praised her mountain home, and I'll praise it too
with reason, For where Molly is there's sunshine and flowers at
every season. Be the moorland black or white, does it signify a
feather ? Now I know the way by heart, every part among the
heather.
The sun goes down in haste, and the night falls thick
and stormy, Yet I'd travel twenty miles for the welcome that's
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