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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS |
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Sure Mother Nature knows of her sore and heavy
grief, And thus with soft caress would give solace and relief; Would fold her close in loveliness to keep her from
the cold, And clasp the mantle o'er her heart with emeralds and
gold.
So 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 meet it in old Ireland in the dawning o' the
year! |
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THE FIRST STEPS
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O-NIGHT as the tender gloaming Was sinking in evening's gloom, And only the blaze of the firelight Brightened the dark'ning room, I laughed with the gay heart gladness
That only to mothers is known, For the beautiful brown-eyed baby Took his first steps alone !
Hurriedly running to meet him Came trooping the household band,
Joyous, loving, and eager
To reach him a helping hand, |
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