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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 215 |
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Winter days would all grow long,
With the light her heart would pour With her kisses and her song, And her loving maith go leor.1 Fond is Maire bhan a stor, Fair is Maire bhan a stor, Sweet as ripple on the shore Sings my Maire bhan a stor.
O her sire is very proud,
And her mother cold as stone, But her brother bravely vowed
She should be my bride alone; For he knew I loved her well,
And he knew she loved me too. So he sought their pride to quell, But 'twas all in vain to sue.
True is Maire bhan a stor, Tried is Maire bhan a stor, Had I wings I'd never soar From my Maire bhan a stor.
There are lands where manly toil
Surely reaps the crop it sows, Glorious woods and teeming soil,
Where the broad Missouri flows; Through the trees the smoke shall rise From our hearth with maith go leor, There shall shine the happy eyes Of my Maire bhan a stor.
Mild is Maire bhan a stor, Mine is Maire bhan a stor, Saints will watch about the door Of ray Maire bhan a stor. 1 Maith go leor, in abundance. |
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