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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 69 |
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MARY ELIZABETH BLAKE, nee McGrath (1840- )
THE DAWNING O' THE YEAR
A
LL ye who love the spring-time—and who but loves it well When the little birds do sing, and the buds begin to swell!— Think not ye ken its beauty, or know its face so
dear, Till ye look upon old Ireland in the dawning o' the year!
For where in all the earth is there any joy like this, When the skylark sings and soars like a spirit into
bliss, While the thrushes in the bush strain their small brown
mottled throats, Making all the air rejoice with their clear and mellow
notes;
And the blackbird on the hedge in the golden sunset
glow Trills with saucy, side-tipped head to the bonny nest
below; And the dancing wind slips down through the leaves
of the boreen, And all the world rejoices in the wearing o' the green ! |
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