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286 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Clad half such witching beauty as that ould plaid shawl.
Oh ! some men sigh for riches, and some men live for
fame, And some on history's pages hope to win a glorious
name; My aims are not ambitious, and my wishes are but
small — You might wrap them all together in an ould plaid
shawl.
I'll seek her all through Galway, and I'll seek her all through Clare,
I'll search for tale or tidings of my traveler everywhere,
For peace of mind I'll never find until my own I call
That little Irish cailin in her ould plaid shawl. |
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