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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS |
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There now, aroon, put an ind to this strife o' me
Poor frightened heart, my own Maureen, my duck ; Troth, till the day comes when you'll be made wife o' me, Night, noon, and mornin', my heart'll be bruck. Kiss me, acushla / My darlin' ! The life o' me ! One more for luck ! |
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