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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 153 |
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PATRICK JAMES COLEMAN (1867- )
BINDIN' THE OATS
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INDIN' the oats in sweet September, Don't you remember That evening, dear ? Ah ! but you bound my heart complately,
Fair and nately, Snug in the snood of your silken hair !
Swung the sickles, you followed after
With musical laughter And vvitchin' eye. I tried to reap, but each swathe I took, love,
Spoiled the stook, love, For your smile had bothered my head awry !
Such an elegant, graceful binder, Where could I find her All Ireland through ? Worn't the stout, young, strappin' fellows . Fairly jealous, Dyin', asthore machree, for you ?
Talk o' Persephone pluckin' the posies, Or the red roses, In Henna's plain ! |
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