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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 117 |
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And now in England, just as gay
As in the battle brave, Goes to a rout, review or play,
With one foot in the grave.
Fortune in vain here showed her spite,
For he will still be found, Should England's sons engage in fight,
Resolved to stand his ground.
But Fortune's pardon I must beg;
She meant not to disarm, For when she lopped the hero's leg,
She did not seek his harm,
And but indulg'd a harmless whim ;
Since he could walk with one She saw two legs were lost oil him,
Who never meant to run. |
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From " The Rover ; or the Double Arrangement."
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HENE'ER with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U — —niversity of Gottingen, —niversity of Gottingen.
Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in ! — |
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