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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 219 |
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Then, Oh ! the marriage, the marriage, With love and mo bhuachaill for me,
The ladies that ride in a carriage. Might envy my marriage to me. |
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THE GIRL OF DUNBWY
9 'HTMS pretty to see the girl of Dunbwy Stepping the mountain statelily— Though ragged her gown and naked her feet,
No lady in Ireland to match her is meet.
Poor is her diet, and hardly she lies — Yet a monarch might kneel for a glance of her eyes; The child of a peasant—yet England's proud Queen Has less rank in her heart and less grace in her mien.
Her brow 'neath her raven hair gleams, just as if A breaker spread white 'neath a shadowy cliff — And love and devotion and energy speak From her beauty-proud eye and her passion-pale cheek.
But, pale as her cheek is, there's fruit on her lip, And her teeth flash as white as the crescent moon's
tip, And her form and her step, like the red-deer's, go
past — As lightsome, as lovely, as haughty, as fast.
I saw her but once, and I looked in her eye, And she knew that I worshiped in passing her by. |
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