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284 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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The modest face, the gentle grace, the humor and the
cheer of her — Eyes like the summer skies when twin stars beam above
in them, Oh ! proud will be the boy that's to light the lamp of love in them. Ciad milefdilte they'll give you down at Donovans, etc.
Then when you rise to go, it's " Ah, then, now sit
down again! " " Isn't it the haste you're in? " and " Won't you soon
come round again ? '' Your caubeen and your overcoat you'd better put
astray from them, 'Twill take you all your time to try and tear yourself
away from them. Cbadmilefailte they'll give you down at Donovans, etc. |
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THE OULD PLAID SHAWL
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OT far from old Kinvara, in the merry month of May, When birds were singing cheerily, there came across my way, As if from out the sky above an angel chanced to fall, A little Irish cailin in an ould plaid shawl.
She tripped along right joyously, a basket on her
arm; And ! oh, her face, and, oh! her grace, the soul of
saint would charm; |
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