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28o THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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And far away 'mid strangers cold she toiled for many a year,
And no one heard the heart-wrung sigh or saw the silent tear,
But letters fond the seas beyond would kind and constant go,
With gold won dear, and words of cheer, from Irish Molly O! •
And one by one she sent for all the loved ones o'er the
foam, And one by one she welcomed them to her fond heart
and home, And last and best her arms caressed the aged head of
snow — "Oh, mother, we'll be happy now!" said Irish
Molly O !
Alas ! long years of toil and tears had chilled her
young heart's glow, And grief and care had blanched her hair and stilled
her pulse's flow, And when the spring bade wild birds sing and buds in
beauty blow — They made your grave where willows wave, poor Irish
Molly O!
"THE BOG ROAD"
Lisdoonvarna
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OULD I travel afar now From Ban try to Bama, 'Tis to Lisdoonvarna My way I would find; |
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