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GRACIE OG MACHREE1
SONG OF THE "WILD GEESE"
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PLACED the silver in her palm, By Inny's smiling tide, And vowed, ere summer time came on, To claim her as a bride. But when the summer time came on,
I dwelt beyond the sea;
Yet still my heart is ever true
To Grade Og Machree. |
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O bonnie are the woods of Targ,
And green thy hills, Rath more, And soft the sunlight ever falls
On Darre's sloping shore; And there the eyes I love—in tears
Shine ever mournfully, While I am far, and far away
From Gracie Og Machree. |
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When battle-steeds were neighing loud,
With bright blades in the air, Next to my inmost heart I wore
A bright tress of her hair. When stirrup-cups were lifted up
To lips, with soldier glee, One toast I always fondly pledged,
'Twas Gracie Og Machree.
1 Grade 6g mo-chroidhe, young Gracie of my heart. |
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