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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 115 |
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" He dies to-day," thought a fair, sweet girl —
She lacked the life to speak, For sorrow had almost frozen her blood,
And white were her lip and cheek — Despair had drank up her last wild tear,
And her brow was damp and chill, And they often felt at her heart with fear,
For its ebb was all but still. |
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