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74 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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DION BOUCICAULT (1822-1890)
SONG
Supposed to be sung by a young woman, whose child had died in Ireland.
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'M very happy where I am, Far across the say — I'm very happy far from home, In North Amerikay.
It's lonely in the night when Pat
Is sleeping by my side. I lie awake, and no one knows
The big tears that I've cried.
For a little voice still calls me back
To my far, far counthrie, And nobody can hear it spake —
Oh ! nobody but me.
There is a little spot of ground
Behind the chapel wall; It's nothing but a tiny mound,
Without a stone at all;
It rises like my heart just now,
It makes a dawny hill; It's from below the voice comes out,
I cannot kape it still. |
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