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52 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Who, in the winter's night,
Soggarth aroon, When the cold blast did bite,
Soggarth aroon, Came to my cabin door, And, on the earthen floor, Knelt by me, sick and poor,
Soggarth aroon ?
Who, on the marriage day,
Soggarth aroon, Made the poor cabin gay,
Soggarth aroon ? And did both laugh and sing, Making our hearts to ring, At the poor christening,
Soggarth aroon I
Who, as friend only met,
Soggarth aroon, Never did flout me yet,
Soggarth aroon ? And when my heart was dim Gave, while his eye did brim, What I should give to him,
Soggarth aroon ?
Och, you and only you, Soggarth aroon ! And for this I was true to you,
Soggarth aroon ; In love they'll never shake, When for Old Ireland's sake We a true part did take, Soggarth aroon ! |
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