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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS |
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I crossed my brow and I crossed my breast, But that night my child departed, —
They left a weakling in his stead, And I am broken-hearted !
O, it cannot be my own sweet boy, For his eyes are dim and hollow,
My little boy is gone—is gone, And his mother soon will follow.
The dirge for the dead will be sung for me, And the mass be chanted meetly,
And I shall sleep with my little boy, In the moonlight churchyard sweetly. |
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